home is where the sleep is

Wilder almost sighed with relief at the typical Vesper response. At least she was the same old Vesper which meant Oleander couldn't have done too much to her. Then again, he didn't believe the boy capable of breaking her spirit anyway. No one could. "Maybe I gotta run away from demons, hm?" He questions, a smirk finally playing on his lips as he settles back, rolling over onto his hip until his back rested against the cool stone.

The mention of Oleander's crusade has him raising a brow. She looks at him, wonder in her eyes if the healer's right. If Ignita was any proof, Wilder couldn't say no, right? Or was the requirement being the Warlord's lover? Wilder fought with an answer, his gaze lingering on Vesper. Somewhere inside of him, he wished she wasn't a slave. It make whatever emotions he felt on the inside so much easier to handle.

"Well do ya see any others? I ain't too sure I believe 'em, but I'm not one to disagree with the guys who patch me up an' give me a home." Wilder deflects, giving a question instead of an answer because well, damnit, he did want her to be a regular member. Maybe then they could be more than friends. Is that something he wanted?