Molaki must have drifted into a light, fitful sleep, because he jolted awake at the first rays of light coming through the windows. Asta hadn't moved from her position on his chest, her arms gripping around him just under his chest. Her breath caught when he woke, threatening to wake herself, but to the wolf's surprise, she didn't.
Oh, how he desperately wanted to stay and bed and watch her sleep. To feel her breathe, so calmly, trusting him to keep her safe even after everything that had happened the day before.
But he had thrown himself into the top tier of responsibility, and had to clean up the mess he started already. Erest had to be interrogated, measured, and given an appropriate punishment. They would probably have the punishment be an open forum, so the rest of the pack could understand the weight of what had happened.
