Any other ideas?

She dutifully held still as Ollie administered his healing art. He soaked up the blood and gently rubbed the wound to properly clean the scratch. Carefully he applied the salve and laid a comfrey leaf over it. There. Leave that on for a day or two, change it up again, and it'll be gone in a few weeks. He stepped back to admire his handiwork when she answered his question and he took a moment to calculate what that meant. His face fell. Then a ripple of agonized shock fluttered through his features before he could control the carefully crafted Big Strong Healers Mask he had made of a flat, serious, stoic affect back over his features. They were the same age. They were the same age?

They are the same age...

Fuck...
Harrowed, he brought in a breath deep into his lungs. Quick! Ask another innocuous question!
"Uh... How long had you been... out there before the bear got you?" He tried to save his composure. She was a child, she had been just a child when...

It was time to man his market stall! "Hold that thought. I think there was something I forgot to do in the market." He rushed and left her hanging. Again. He needed to send Ignita to her.

"Speech!"