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Asta was in good spirits the next morning, decidedly the opposite mood that Molaki had awoken in. His tension was palpable, but she ignored it.
"Do you really have to go in today?" The doe asked wistfully, swinging her hands at her sides while she walked across the cabin to paw through the books absent mindedly. She wasn't actually looking at them, just trying to look busy.
"I do," Molaki mumbled.
They had had an amazing night, and woke the next morning still clinging to each other. But he could tell that there wasn't any further connection between them. He wanted to be able to speak to her right now. He didn't want to argue with her about the blood ritual - if you could even call it that. He hadn't really considered how many of Lyko's routines involved blood... blood ritual made it sound dark, and cruel. Besides, this one wasn't one anyone even knew about.