Of course the other didn't know he couldn't hear well, he never said anything in their first meeting, so why was he stuttering? "You worry a lot," He ignored the question at first, ut decided to answer anyways. "It's a little hard, especially when I can't see your face," Octavian said, the voice was a soft whisper to him but thankfully the forest was silent enough so that he could understand. Earlier he used his lips to read what he was saying while attempting to listen, it just made words connect easier for him when he could see the way a mouth moved.<br/><br/>The little comment on his horns was random, but it made him laugh a little bit, a sweet sound he hoped nobody inside the walls would be able to hear from where they were standing. Were horns suppose to be pretty looking? Well, he thought that a deer's antlers were beautiful too, but that was when they were large and complicated looking. Octavian's didn't grow straight up however, they grew more like moose antlers with the look of a deer's antlers.<br/><br/>"Oh, you're welcome," Octavian smiled. He was just happy that he could help a bit, or at least he thought he helped. It looked less painful and the smell of blood was much fainter and didn't bother his nose. "If you get hurt again I can do it again, if you don't get help before then, of course." He didn't want to push the other on the reasons why he didn't get help, instead just offering another option. He'd be coming back, even if Byron didn't ask him to.<br/><br/>He then walked around so he was in front of the other, able to read his lips and see his face. His eyes went down, however, from the others face out of pure curiosity and was a bit surprised to see such an awkward man had a body like this. Thankfully Byron couldn't see as well as he could at night, so the burning heat to his cheeks would go unnoticed.<br/><br/>"You can touch them if you'd like, I won't really feel it," All he'd feel is pressure depending on where and how hard the other would be touching. His antlers were smooth with dips and grooves that looked a bit like the bark on a tree, he liked to run his fingers along them, it was soothing in a weird way. Thankfully he wasn't born with sharp tips, they were slightly pointed but rounded enough that if you tapped them it wouldn't do anything harmful.