Bearclaw Valley they served you venison and morphine

Oh.

That was not the answer he had been expecting but it was a good one. A soft look melted over his face as he met Alarian's gaze. It was as if some veil had been lifted. A rawness that seemed to consume his companion. His heart strings were thoroughly tugged at by the words that reached his ears.

"I don't want to hurt you."

And if I want you to? You've given me a warning. What if I want to ignore it? He asked softly, a tenderness to his voice as he softly moved a few steps closer. Outlander was a clean slate and any previous hurt had been forgiven and forgotten. He could learn again if there was really any hurt to be had.