The sixth hour

Basilisk heard the urgency in Ollie’s howl and trotted quickly to the border of the mile-high woods. He hadn’t been far from them, and arrived to see what Ollie was carrying. He raised a brow at the sight. The purple woman was almost as large as the healer was. “You’ve come far since you were bed bound” he commented with a hint of pride in his voice as he stepped forward to help her carry Vesper the rest of the way. There had been a time not that long ago that Ollie wouldn’t have dreamed of carrying such a burden.

“A new recruit? We don’t do charity, you understand.” He said, his voice partly teasing as he moved to assist. His words a nudge to hear the story of how he came to be carrying the girl.

"Basilisk"