I like long walks on the beach

When Lillith had suggested they gather seaweed for bandages first, Romulus had naturally assumed she was just being her typical pragmatic self. Lillith was the most rational and down-to-earth of the two, with Roman being the fantastical dreamer with whimsical ideas of adventure and carefree adventure every day. It turned out that wasn't the case this time, and he was taken by surprise when Lillith made a remark about him needing them after she kicks his butt in a fight. He watched the silver and snow girl run off down the beach with a giggle, her voice light and lyrical, the sound of true joy in her tones. His shocked expression quickly shifted into a wide grin and his eyes flashed playfully as the young Armada gave chase, running after her through the soft sands.

"We'll see about that!" he quipped back as his long, powerful legs took him closer and closer until he was running alongside the prancing girl, dancing around her while laughing at the sheer happiness she was experiencing. Out here, Lillith seemed content, happy, free. This—this was how she was supposed to be. Frolicking in the sun like a work of art given flesh and life, not caged and quarantined in the prison of her room to whittle away her days.

That was perhaps where he and Ulric fundamentally disagreed. He respected the Adravendi patriarch for doing what he could to keep Lil's health in check, but if it were him, Romulus knew he'd rather spend his days enjoying his life, even if it meant killing himself. An Armada wolf was never meant to be contained. He could see that same indomitable spirit in Lillith, shining bright in her garnet eyes as they sprinted down the beach like nothing could touch them. This was their world, and if Lillith desired it all, then Romulus would find a way to give it to her.

As they played and ran in the sand, Roman was too focused on Lil to watch where his paws were going. He took a turn too suddenly, the sand giving out beneath his feet and sending the startled wolf toppling over into a clumsy roll across the beach. He ended up face down in the sand, his steel-blue fur and face coated in the fine silt. Romulus lifted his head from the sand, sputtering to get the grainy substance out of his mouth, then peered up to spot a cluster of dark green fronds floating in the shallows of a nearby cove. "Found the seaweed!" he called from his prone position on the ground, completely oblivious to just how much of a mess he looked.

"Speech"