is this a better size difference?

It was finally time to remove the stitches. Surprisingly (purely because he didn't know Oleander was at the time), the young boy had done a good job stitching up the scars that now trailed down his shoulders. Thankful to finally getting rid of the itchy material that made his skin feel tight, Wilder made his way down to the infirmary. He wasn't sure if Oleander would even be there right now, but the boy had said today would be the day so here he was.

Winding his way through the col's corridors until the strong tinge of healing supplies made his nose wrinkle. Being this deep underground made him uncomfortable and the scent wasn't helping. Pausing at the doorway, he takes a deep breath before poking his head inside. Blinking a few times to adjust to the dimness of the infirmary, he doesn't see the expected snow-white pelt of Oleander, but rather someone else. A girl the color of slate and charcoal lay in a bed all by herself by the looks of it. Stepping further in because what else did he have to do, Wilder wanders closer over to her.

Coming to plunk his fat butt down beside her bed, he stares down at her with his vermilion red eyes. "Whatcha in here fer?" He questions, that thick western accent unapologetically obvious.

WILDER