Out of the Woods

The healer perked his white ears at the correct answer and nodded to himself.

The warlord slowly slid forward and Ollie knew he couldn't keep the beast down for much longer, but he did have something else in mind to chat about now that he wanted to get back to his duties.

"Alright alright! You're as bad as Ignita, she was constantly in here while you were out. I could barely get her out to do her own resting." He relented his observing, poking, and dabbing and began to pack up his tools back  in the basket, "How'd you come by her anyway? Could... Could I have one?" He asked lifting only his eyes to Bas, his nose still pointing to his tools.

"Speech"