Apprenticeship

Ahhh... There it was. The reason the Warlord and Consort thought their son should have some healing lessons.

"Hmmm... Sounds like you don't care if this guy lives or dies." Oleander mused mildly. Continuing to treat his patient as if the boy hadn't just admitted he had a darker nature. He wondered if Vesper's abusers had a similar streak to them... He wondered if this was truly nature or nurture. He would have assumed that a child of the gentle Consort would have more of a softness to them.

He thought of his father, and what he might say. About the fine line, Oleander was to walk as the lead healer and Trauma Specialist of the entire pack.

"Huh, It might be really hard to have many allies, or friends if you are unkind to the people around you. If we don't care whether someone lives or dies, then who's going to trust us with their life? With our secrets? Do you think your dad cares about just your mama and your family? Or does he care about everyone in the pack?" He asked. Continuing to work, as if this was just a bantering of the finer points of bandaging a wound. He wondered if he could catch the eye of Vesper and exchange a silent look with her. What did she think about this turn of events? How did she think he was handling it?

"Speech!"