The sixth hour

Basilisk’s lip twitched in a grin at Ollie’s words, and the clear excitement that followed them. Basilisk hadn’t exactly said that Ollie could keep her… but he supposed it was implied in what he had said, wasn’t it? “Let’s see where things fall first. But yes, if everything pans out, and you reach the rank by the time she’s healed, you can have her.” He agreed. He glanced at the young girl on Ollie’s table, and wondered exactly how much there was left to save. Would she be permanently damaged from those injuries?

“Find out more about her and who might be coming after her. Keep her close until we have more information.” He instructed his young healer. “And for the record, I’m counting on you being the best damn Trauma Specialist in the Armada.” he clapped the boy on the shoulder and winked. He was already coming to rely heavily on the white wolf.


"Basilisk"