is this a better size difference?

"She means..." The boy of the hour rounds the corner of the caverns and enters the den. "... Sir Oleander. Though at this rate I might just accept the title, royal Fatalis as I am." He speaks without breaking his stride and walks lightly between them. Barely glancing at the girl. He didn't actually recall what level of royalty he was, probably missed that lesson too among others.

"Glad you made it Wilder. Let's have a look at those stitches." He moved over to a table and grabbed a few of his steel claw caps, sharpened to a finer point than his own cat claws.

"I hope she didn't make you change your mind about stayin?" He asked cordially, directing the male to a set of furs across the room from the snarky slave.


"Speech"