"You're alive, you're alive," Asta sobbed into Molaki's chest as he scooped her up, inhaling deeply as he buried his face into her hair.
He was alive. She was alive. They had made it through the second trial in their incredibly short existence together.
It was only after they both calmed down that Asta felt the warm, trickling dampness on her back. She pulled her head away, scanning Molaki's face, realizing that he was an entire mess.
"You're hurt!" she gasped.
"I fought two wolves to the death, yeah," Molaki tried to make a joke of it, but he was caked in dirt, blood, scrapes, and bruises. The doe quickly wriggled out of his arms, seeing his arm.
"That's going to kill you! Do you have a doctor?!" It was a dumb question, she realized as soon as she said it. Of course they had a doctor. Her own herd had a healer, and they had so much less than the wolves did.
