is this a better size difference?

Oleander didn't give Vesper any signal of response to her bullshit claim. He had her number now and he was working on a carefully curated mask just for her and potentially other difficult patients. He could see Wilder tensing each time he had the claw close to him. Ollie would slice the tiny string in two spots and then carefully pull each scrap of the string out of the wound.

Wilder had a question that made the healer think he misheard Ollie. He shrugged at the first statement, he knew a couple of other packs didn't keep slaves and others did. They had always been a part of the Armada. "I'm not planning on giving her back. The whip marks alone are enough to convince me she's better off with us. We don't use those. We don't see a need to correct slaves like that." Bas had told him about what the whip marks were for and he just didn't understand how that kind of treatment would make a slave compliant. Wouldn't it just make them want to fight more?

"Ignita? She's worked her butt off helping the Armada. She's earned her spot with her talents and diligence and she wanted to stay." That's all he knew about it, "That's something else you can ask Bas about if ya want." He said, finally finishing tugging free the last stitch.

He grabbed some salve and gently rubbed it over the old wound and stitches to keep it all clear of infection. "Hopefully that'll help soothe it too. Go easy on it for a few more days, she'll need a good walk anyway and you can both get your exercise. Just don't let her run off on you." He said with a smirk. As if she could just get up and walk away.

"Speech!"