Any other ideas?

"That's what you were taught. That's not what it actually means." She wasn't looking at his face, his eyes told a different story to what the mask he had carefully designed to reveal. He didn't know if what he did was right, but he couldn't let her disrespect the pack any longer. And he couldn't let her get under his skin anymore. He needed to put on a brave face and find his center, and teach her how to be part of the Armada.

"It means to... have regard for others. To be polite." His tone was turning softer, "They didn't teach you respect, or honor, or dignity." He pitied her! That was what was dragging him kicking and screaming into this mess! He pitied her! She had been so abused and broken that he didn't know how to save her! It rankled him to no end! He had never come across anyone that had been so broken and abused, that even the basic right of respect had been twisted for her!

"You must be tired. Come, if you don't want it scar I'll tend it for you." He was tired. She constantly sent him through mental flip-flops. He didn't regret the mark on her maw. He didn't...He shouldn't. He started to lead her back to the clinic again.

"Speech!"