Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

He swallowed back his reaction to seeing her tremble. He literally could not imagine what she was going through. She was so incredibly brave to have survived what she had... Brave or... enduring? Most likely the latter. She had no choice but to endure the torture.

He watched the cup instead of her as it was lifted and guzzled down quickly. Well... Should probably get her to lie down, help her try to sleep this off.

His ears caught her whispered question and he looked up surprised for a moment before he let his gaze drift away. He didn't want her to feel threatened by any supposed lustful gaze to set off her traumas.

He shrugged, he knew she was trying to get distracted but he really didn't have much of a story to his childhood.

"Let's get you to bed. After this, we need to find you your own den finally. I don't think you'll want to hear about a pampered sickly highborn who can't remember much of his childhood. It's not that interesting." He gestured to her cot in the corner. He had been neglectful of her need for her den, or maybe he was worried she'd bolt if she had her own. Maybe he just wanted someone to be near, listen to them in the other room like they did in the treehouse.

"Speech"