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Ulric bid his goodnights to the two yearlings, Romulus noting the way he gave affection to Lillith without actually kissing her. He took mental note, realizing that Lillith must not like physical affections for some reason. It would certainly explain why she had tensed up when he'd gotten closer to her and why she seemed generally uncomfortable in close proximity to anyone. Strange... Once Ulric had left and it was quiet in the infirmary once more, Romulus turned his head to give Lil a half smile before moving over to the cot designated for him and climbing up into it. He'd never slept in a real bed before, but it was decently comfy and warm. His long frame filled almost the entire bed when he stretched out, steel-blue paws dangling off the edges lazily while he settled in and stared across the space at Lillith while she yawned her little head off. The poor lass must have been so exhausted after today's excitement.

While he watched her, Roman quietly considered the girl. He made a note to ask Ulric about her in private if given the chance. He wanted to know more about the Adravendi girl and what her life had been like up until now, but he doubted he'd get a direct answer from her. She didn't like to talk or think about her limitations, it seemed. That was fine; if she didn't want to be treated any different from a normal wolf, then she wouldn't be. "You look tired," he said. It was his indirect way of suggesting maybe she should get some sleep.

"Romulus Armada"