Healed

She seemed to be as tense and guarded as he had been, no doubt that the struggles within the pack echoed through them all. It was like a cancer, it'll eat itself from within if something is not done soon.

"I apologize. We're all... distracted." His tone warmed, she had been there, she had even tended to the great brute that had decided to take the issue further to blows.

"I appreciate your care, Mélisande." He said, allowing her to take stock of the wound, a slice between his toes. "We both seemed to have joined recently." His tone was neutral but cordial, his mind still occupied. "How have you come by Polaris?" He asked, taking an interest in her story. How might he inspire her for the unity of the pack? She was more than a healer, good, what else was she interested in?

"Speech!"