Healer-boy

His brows knit together in half panic concern. His ears rotated like dishes searching for a signal from Auster where his last few braincells seemed to have ensconced themselves.

He watched her look down as she asked probably a very important question but something he had not actually considered in the slightest. And then asked the next question he knew for sure the answer to.

He shook his head emphatically, "Not at all. It is not part of your duties in the slightest. It's... Well, I made your own space... to.. I hope that made that more... obvious.... I- No. No Armada slave (that he knew of) has... ss-sex as part of their duties." He just had it, why can't he even say it? Is dumbass still shy even now?

"I..." He looked away, not really knowing what it meant to him, it felt like... a whole world had opened up to him for some reason. Everything and nothing changed all at once.

"It was... I just..." His eyes were glued to her small cot in her new private space. Oh gods did that actually encourage the idea that it was part of her duties now? His paw went up to the fur by his cheek, to gently tug at the fur there.

"We shouldn't do it again... won't," He said absently, his eyes glazed over, his conscience sliding into place, starting to scream at him how fucked he was going to be... Especially if his father found out. Mortis would be so disappointed. Bas might even demote him. "It's... actually against Armada laws." He admitted quietly. So what did it mean to him? A lot more than he had realized at first. So... now he felt rushed to get her set up as a properly ranked member of Armada... Before shit hit the fan. But that could mean she would have the choice to completely walk away from him. Like half his family had. He tugged a bit more on his cheek fur, a habit he had grown out of when he was small, suddenly resurfacing.

"Speech"