Washed away

He took a sip of his tea as she gave him the. most. incredulous look he had ever seen in his life. He swallowed and creased his brow, trying to understand where she was going with the making babies remark.
All he knew was that girls got pregnant, boys made the girls pregnant, and there were herbs to keep them from making the babies. So technically, yeah he did know how babies were made! They had some kind of special cuddle right?

A swear word? Huh, hadn't heard anyone use it around him. He took another sip of his tea and watched her dryly present the idea to him. Penetrate?
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Suddenly the anatomy between boys and girls made sense and he spit his tea coughing and spluttering. He walked out of the room still coughing and trying to breathe. He waved off any of Wylan's concerns until he could finally breathe again. He looked like he had seen a ghost, and his pale fur was already fairly ghostly.

He sat outside the room for a moment, processing the information fully. She had been subjected to that... without her consent... as a slave??? He took a steading breath. Nodded to his brother and whoever else was in the treehouse at the time and stepped back into the room, first to clean up the mess he made.

Finally, when he sat down he looked at her, with compassionate concern.
"That's... I'm sorry you've been subjected to that. I've never heard of that happening here. We have a law on the obelisk that says we are to show restraint, have honor and dignity, treat everyone within the Armada with respect, and not seek to harm our members." Consent had been a pillar of his upbringing with Mortis and Halo, even though he had been tended and hugged without his consent so much, there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it when he was young. Being a healer as well, it had been drilled into him to warn his patients of his doings, though he sometimes struggled to remember when it mattered.

"Speech"