Washed away

He stirred the tea and tested it with a dip of his lips from a ladle. Perfect temperature. Not too hot or cold.

Her inquiry made his brows furrow, Lord? He was no...ooooh. Right, She probably thought he was some lord because she was a slave! Well, that confirmed Basilisk's theory for him. Well, Ignita just called Bas, by his name.

"I am Oleander." He replied without looking at her. You've got to be stoic, Ollie, you can do it. Take charge of the situation! This didn't seem to come as easily as fighting the bear did. Right, he also needed some information from her. Usually, he was a lot warmer with his patients, unless it was Bas of course, but the only other slave he's tended was Ignita and even then he hadn't tended her much, she was more in Wylan's wheelhouse.

He placed the large leaves to soak in the tea and proceeded to crush the herbs into the paste to tend her wounds.
"How shall I address you?" He asked, spinning around on his heel, still crushing the paste into the bowl. Where was Eterna with that snack for the girl?

"Speech"