Healer-boy

He watched for any inclination of her inner thoughts, but it seemed she had placed a careful mask over what he had come to know as her uncertainty. And she rarely called him Master unless she was being cautious.

He waved a paw, trying to brush away her uneasiness, "I've been meaning to give you your own space for a while. This way you are still close to the job and all that." He said with a shrug. Then turned to her, "Now, I gotta schedule you for your fight lessons! I've been sitting on my laurels long enough!" Maybe he could have his dad stand in for him sometimes if he couldn't do a lesson with her every day. He moved about the room with frenetic energy, "We gotta get you strong so we can kick your sperm donor's ass." He supplied with aplomb, adding an old bandage to the pile by the door. He was in good spirits! Suddenly he had more energy at this time of day than before!

As he finally glanced at her he recognized the look she was trying to hide. She was trying not to look at him as if he had grown three heads and accuse him of witchcraft.
He grew suddenly self-conscious and looked down as if he were a kid getting caught with his paw in the pig ear jar.
"What?" he asked sheepishly.

"Speech"