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He tilts his head inquisitively at her negative outlook. “Not at all.” He combats softly. “You wouldn’t be useless, we already have a reverend amongst our ranks.” He smiles down to her. Donovan is surprised that he has to convince such a woman of her worth. To him, everyone has worth and is able to contribute somehow in some way. She would find her place and the pack would respect her, or he would make them respect her — simple as that. 

“If fighting is not you’re strong suit then leave it to the rest of us. If you’re truly a healer physically and spiritually, then we will use you as such. I believe anyone and everyone can have a place in my pack and make themselves useful in some way. It’s what I’m knows for as a Saint after all.” The upwards tilt of his lips is an attempt to comfort her. “I take in those who need a place to belong and give them a purpose if they don’t have one. If they do, then I help them enhance their way of living in any way I can. I personally see to the well-being of each of my members.” 

His words are said with pride and he doesn’t stutter one bit. Confident in himself and what he is capable of, he strives to help his pack in any way he can. He’d rather be loved than feared regarding the members of his pack.