Sun Mote Copse times are changing

Niamh's question has simply been out of a sort of morbid curiosity than anything- half because she was curious to see if he'd ever experienced such a thing, and half to see what his reaction would be to the question. As always, though, Eljay was as diplomatic as he could ever possibly be, and answered her without any joking tone to his voice. It made him a bit boring, in Niamh's eyes- not a tiny bit of sarcasm in his system at all, and he was just so honest and genuine...Perhaps Niamh found him unusual because the males she'd grown up with had all bee so terribly gung-ho to prove themselves as manly men, who would sooner drop dead before picking up a trade that meant caring for someone's wounds or worse yet, someone else's pups. Eljay had chosen both; and even Niamh didn't have the empathy to be a healer, or the patience to be an expert puppysitter. Still, they were lucky to have him. She was lucky they had him; someone who could heal other wolve and put up with her stupid questions. Bingo. 

Kiwi asked about the moss that should be used to help stop bleeding, and Niamh simply sat silent this time, knowing that this was more Kiwi's lesson than anything and she really ought to stop asking foolish questions so that the girl could actually learn something useful.