Everette rolled her eyes, pulling sharply on the wrapping of his leg as she got the first true good look at his wound. The boy *had* been shot! But why not tell her that? It was clear he trusted her to some extent, so what was stopping him? She turned to Cat, frowning slightly to herself. Could it be her? Unlikely, since they appeared to be on rather good terms. After all, if he could tease, he was comfortable. But what was it then…
“Hmm? Oh, yes. I suppose he was. The wound would likely have spoiled by now had you two not crossed paths.” The healer gently swatted at the boy’s arm, “No need to be so harsh. But yes, Cat, he should be fine.”

Olivier let out a relieved sigh, flinching when Everette–Eve, pressed too tightly against the inflamed skin. He would be fine. Thank the moon above for that! The Dragon Shifter closed his eyes, thinking of an escape plan. Surely this wouldn’t take that long to heal? Eve seemed very skilled, and once he was strong enough, he could simply shift back and heal faster! Everything would be fine!
“So,” He started, attempting to hide his eagerness to leave, “How long do we think this’ll take to heal?”
The healer blinked, taken aback. Surely someone who insisted on having better wrapping skills than Cat would know? “Why? You need to be somewhere?”

Yes. “No,” Olivier said leisurely, “Just want to know how long I’ll have to be cooped up here.”

“A few weeks, at least, I would say.” Eve whispered, looking over the wound. “The arrow really did a number on your ligaments.”

Olivier flinced, face paleing. How did she figure it out? Did Kit hear that?

“A healer always knows–what is your name? I am afraid I never asked.”

“Olivier….”He said cautiously.

“That is quite the name.”

“My parents thought so,” Olivier said, trying to brush it off. That was true, before they were killed, of course.