Every whimper, cry, or whine he made had pained her heart. She knew one thing; if Ezra and Hazel had found him... Things would have been bad. Ezra was a jerk but he had a good spot every so often - Hazel though was a bitch to her. Hazel only cared about herself and always made fun of her for how her magic worked. Sighing the girl looked to Palmer who purred, "<span style="font-style: italic">He wants to know how or if you were or are able stop them. The ones who hurt him.</span>" Nyla smiled, "I'm a witch. I can use magic." she put her hands to her hips and giggled. Of course she could stop a man or woman- just not her own family. Though she was glad he hugged her back. Nyla loved being a good witch, loved being gentle and loved being nice to people. She backed up when the huh was done and went to the cabinet grabbing shampoo, soap, washcloths, and a towel before going back to help him with his shirt. The witch looked to his bruises and bit her lip, he looked so hurt and too thin. Yeah she would definitely have to feed him more, that way he could be healthier. Though as she looked at his wounds and didn't notice he was taking his shorts off till she saw more skin and blinked. Turning bright pink and turned around, Palmer purred a laugh and licked his tail, "Mew meow." (Innocent mind she is.) he purred and stood up. Walking around and rubbed her leg. Once he was in she turned and went over, glad the bubbles were thick. She put shampoo on her hands after getting his hair wet and scrubbed his head gently, "Close your eyes." she said and began to rinse his hair. Finishing she then put a hand on the bigger cut now that it was clean and healed it to a smaller one. Palmer batted at the bubbles purring. He loved bubbles.Â