Ophelia's pov
"What truth?" He said defensively, "I would watch myself if I was you, Ophelia, you are overstepping your limits."
"Then you have to tell me if what you care about is keeping me in my place or saving this pack?"
He pushed himself an inch away from his table, never breaking eye contact with me.
"Go on..." He urged, appearing intrigued.
"These patients that I have to treat every night, they'll keep coming and adding to my workload. In that case, I'll never be able to leave here,"
He mused on my words, "That's true," he agreed, placing no foreseeable solution on the table so I had to offer one myself.
"My powers aren't limited to just healing, if there's a physical danger then I can also be of help,"
His eyes grew curious and he spread his arms across the table.
