Healer-boy

He held the sheet tight over his face, as she practically snapped at him. Annoyance was thick in her voice.
"No... you don't underst- I-" He blew air out of his mouth, after gathering it in his cheeks, wriggling his thin body back and forth as if he could wriggle out of this mess. He couldn't look at her, so maybe with a dumb sheet over his dumb stupid face, he might be able to tell her.

"That's... exactly... why-" He responded to her declaration that she wouldn't care. He flung the sheet off his face and looked into her big blue eyes, "I will not be one of those monsters that will disregard your body or intrude upon it. I can take care of the nethers of anyone. And if you do get a real rash I can treat it just fine. But... you..." He grabbed the sheet again as his fur betrayed his flush of color again.

"I-" He tried again but he couldn't come up with it. He couldn't trust her yes, he couldn't trust that she knew she had control of her body if she couldn't tell him no. She was too damn pretty, and he wouldn't admit that he liked how she kept him grounded with the goofy banter. He was trying to treat her like a patient. But his feelings and hormones were getting all muddled in it, and their chasm of status was muddling it further.

"Fuck, Vesper! You should care! What they did to you was-" Horrendous... Tragic... awful... He couldn't imagine his mother or sisters enduring that abuse.

"Speech"