Washed away

The naive sheltered boy got a face full of problems staring back at him. Glaring, back at him. The expression on her face gave him the distinct idea that his compassion was ill placed and if she wasn't literally regrowing the muscles in her back she probably would have given him a good hook.

He was at a loss.
He tilted his head and furrowed his brows at her as she went on about being beaten, fucked, and how the cycle kept going. He didn't know how to respond to that.

Then she pushed more and asked him if he was a virgin. He didn't know what that meant exactly but he wasn't going to let her teach him that too. It probably had to do with sex. He had bungled this enough with his loose tongue and naivety, he wasn't going to give her more fodder to throw at him until he had his feet under him better.

He got up.
"I'll let you rest. We'll talk more soon." He said, half scowling with a contemplative look. He needed to find a way to put some of the den together in the Col to make a good clinic that could hold more than just him and one patient. It was time to work with Bas on that, or whoever he dictated to help him with that.

-exit Ollie-

"Speech!"