Please don't go

The healer was pondering something over when he barely heard the familiar shift of feathers and the soft pads of his brother coming down the hall. His steps were heavy.

He lifted his head toward him, wondering if his brother needed to be patched up. But the look on his face and the subject of his words made Ollie's heart sink. *Fuck.* He'd meant to have this conversation with him and it kept slipping his mind. Smooth like a criminal he nodded his head with a carefully placed smile, "Nah, bro, come see! I have this space back here to hole up now!" He tried to keep it light, knowing this would hurt Wylan, it was unavoidable.

He waved his brother in, away from the patients resting in the clinic.
He poured his brother some tea from the kettle warmed by the fire, his face had fallen into a hard somber note as he closed the door behind his winged sibling.
"Wyl-" He started, his voice had dropped the light and playful tone, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way. I love our tree house. But I'm taking over for the lead healer rank, Trauma Surgeon. And I needed space to house patients where I could be nearby if they needed any long-term care, like Vesper out there, Casimir, and anyone else. It'd be hard to have that rank and be up in the treehouse." He said plainly. His brother would need all the hugs after this and the white wolf would offer when he had the chance.

"Speech"