you're the satellite

Romulus followed the older wolf without question up through the castle courtyard. Being surrounded by high stone walls felt both protective and oppressive at the same time. It was an interesting dichotomy from what he had grown up with: open fields, streams, and woods as far as the eye could see. The castle, while a bastion for security, also felt a little like a prison to him. He wondered if Lillith felt the same way, with her apparent chronic condition that her father had unintentionally hinted at. He didn't want to pry and ask Lil about it, but it did make him wonder if perhaps he had been a bit reckless with her safety. He had just assumed she was a lightweight when it came to physical exercise and treated her like any other wolf. That clearly wasn't the case... but did that mean he have to treat her differently? He didn't like the idea of behaving like she was lesser somehow because of who she was.

The Armada youth didn't notice her father catching the way he and Lillith were giving each other little glances all the way down the corridor toward the infirmary. He was too distracted by making sure he hadn't fucked up and put her in any danger. Arriving in the hospital ward, Romulus immediately sat on the opposite side of the cot he deposited Lillith into like a watchful guardian. A black wolf a little smaller than he was emerged and quietly began to tend to Lillith first, gathering herbs for her while the alpha announced he would be going to fetch them something to eat.

"Thank you, sir," he remarked simply while the dire wolf excused himself from the room. He was happy that Gwyn tended to Lillith first, making sure she was being brought back to a stable condition before rounding on him. Romulus vehemently refused any painkillers—the stinging wasn't that bad anyway—but did take some antiseptic on a cloth from the she-wolf and then proceeded to bandage himself up when she brought her supplies over. Roman didn't like being fussed over and was more than capable of taking care of himself. Besides, he'd rather the healer's efforts be directed toward Lillith instead. Once the medicines had been administered and Rom had patched his shoulder up, he waited for the healer to slip away before he placed his paws on the edge of the bed and hoisted himself closer to Lil to make sure she was okay.

"You all right?" he asked in a low voice so their conversation wouldn't be overheard in the otherwise silent infirmary. He leaned forward with apologetic silver eyes to boop her cheek with his nose. "I'm sorry if I pushed you too much. I didn't know..."

"Romulus Armada"