Why can't we be friends

Wylan fell silent for a moment after her words, considering them. Though he’d already given the matter some thought himself. “I’m Heir, so I have the right to a slave” He said, a little hesitantly. It wasn’t exactly a right he ever thought he would exercise. “And Bas mentioned something about you as a healer - I don’t know anything about that, or what you know or want to know, but it would make sense to put you with the healers. So we could learn from each other. He’s a big fan of people upskilling themselves.” He explained as they passed through the giant mountains, and came out the other side.

The woods grew in strange, twisted ways out here. But to Wylan, it simply looked like home. “As for what you do want, I guess we could work on that together?” He offered gently, glancing at the wolf beside him. But not wanting to hold his gaze too long. As if that in itself would be to apply pressure to her. He wanted her to actually have a choice.


"Wylan Fatalis"