Two Feet Standing on a Principle

She was adorable.

Had he been so earnest and eager when he'd first gone to Elsa for training? Probably. She was awfully young to be all alone on a strange pack's border, too, which was probably why she looked so nervous. Her name pricked up his ears in surprise.

"Armada?" he repeated gently. "Are you by chance related to Drashiel Armada?" He kept meaning to go find Drashiel - what with his pack having dissolved for whatever reason, he was a hard man to find and... if Kassander admitted it to himself... he really wanted to see him again.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "It happens I am actually a healer myself." He hesitated a moment, but the sudden realization that the scent she bore was Imperium - Valentine's pack - and the fact that she'd come a long, long way in search of training, decided him. "If you really do want training... I'd be willing to train you. If you want." The idea of teaching someone what he knew was... frankly, exhilarating. To pass on what he knew the way Elsa had passed her knowledge to him, to help someone grow and blossom into a healer...