Friendly act

Oswald couldn't let his guard down anytime. He had totally overdone it, the lump of flesh and fat that was brought to the healer's tent was another feat that would echo in the camp, and another nightmare that Claudia would have once every while.

"I'm not having my best time right now, you should give me some time before we can have a talk, Laurel." He said, but inside his thoughts were slightly different. 'That's another mistake I made, he's interested, just like everyone, he won't let go of my leg easily. If I can't come up with a stupid story to cover this up, I won't have peace, never. But I can't tell everyone I meet I'm a monster, that'll only bring me more problems.'

Laurel waited for Oswald to sit on his bed, but the boy laid down in a comfortable position in which he couldn't face him. Still, Laurel sat on the bed and spoke with a calm voice.