Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore" // Joining

[Olivier Monat]

Olivier looked over to Waterlily as she left and the other's spoke on. With a gentle nod toward her in respect, the doctor turned his attention to Olalla and Jormungand. One of his eyes twitched. They dared assume he was soft? "Setting bones, stitching wounds, watching men, women, and children waste away from sickness or famine. I am not soft, I am not sheltered." He spoke steadily, but sternly. He shot a front paw up under his mask, dislodging said mask to clean his paw, then setting the mask back in place after he did so.

"Does that answer suffice? Or do I need to go into personal details." Olivier tilted his head, piercing blue eyes staring up at them.