Jade Fern Grove [M] The Fortune Queen of New Orleans

He kept a straight face, so he might keep his secrets. He could picture them- both the one who had inflicted the wound, and the ones who had worked to heal it. The ones who had given him food, but had smelled of chemicals. He remembered the metal wires of the cages, the enclosure where he had beaten a path around the perimeter day after day after day...

He didn't know Ash Star, but he believed her when she said she was a healer. He leaned a bit closer, his expression warming. "Are you a good healer?" He asked, his tone flirtatious, as if he had spoken something else entirely. He dared to nibble the soft fur behind one of her ears, willing to accept rebuke if he was being too forward.