04-09-2020, 12:16 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Immediate concern filled Selby as Caustic’s rattling breath became audible. He was no stranger to questionable breathing; between Beck’s perpetual death rattle, Alice’s seemingly constant state of lung infection, and Quentin’s asthma, the father was practically an expert. Still, he was far from desensitized, though his emotional distance from the wolf allowed him to easily hide that in the moment. Slipping into a familiar state of professionalism, the sawbones coaxed him inside and allowed the door to swing shut behind them.
As he listened to his request, Selby dipped his head in respectful acknowledgment. “Of course. I won’t tell anyone,” he said softly. He understood the want for privacy. The healer was reserved by nature, not one to quickly volunteer information about himself, much less others. Still, while not a completely open book, he was not locked either. It didn’t take much to get to know him, just a little time. He wordlessly led Caustic to a little sitting area, silently urging him to sit and rest. “Do you know what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t, it just makes it easier.”
As he listened to his request, Selby dipped his head in respectful acknowledgment. “Of course. I won’t tell anyone,” he said softly. He understood the want for privacy. The healer was reserved by nature, not one to quickly volunteer information about himself, much less others. Still, while not a completely open book, he was not locked either. It didn’t take much to get to know him, just a little time. He wordlessly led Caustic to a little sitting area, silently urging him to sit and rest. “Do you know what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t, it just makes it easier.”