There's no place that's home

The pain written on Mojito's bruised and battered face spoke volumes and Aslatiel wasted no time in wrapping her forelegs around the man and drawing him in against her chest. No matter what had transpired between them, she would always care. She would always be there when he needed her. Mojito was her oldest friend. Even if they weren't together, she cared deeply for him. They were tied together whether he liked it or not. Their daughter was the lock that kept their lives clasped together.

Grey ears perked as Mo spoke. There was someone in the Armada that he wished to save, but Azure had thwarted his efforts and had tried to force claim him. Aslatiel rolled vibrant purple eyes. "That sounds like Azure, alright." Drawing back, Asla placed a paw on either side of the pale mans face. She inspected the wounds upon him with a frown. They would heal, but they shouldn't have been there in the first place. Aside from some basic first aid, Asla didn't know much about healing. She did know that it would be beneficial to put something cold on the swelling, but Mojito continued to speak and all thoughts of healing drifted away.

Mo spoke of how he'd left his family due to how they looked at him and now Azure had looked at him in much the same way. The blonde woman's paw moved up to caress one floppy ear before she brought his gaze up to meet her own. "Others only have power over you when you allow them to have that power. You aren't any less than a wolf or a dog. You're Mojito Klein and that is all that you need to be." It felt like she'd been telling him this their entire lives, but perhaps he needed a refresher. "You're perfect just the way you are." Asla dropped her paws back to the ground and took a deep breath. "I knew that Azure would change the Armada. I love my brother, but he's... spoiled, in a sense. He believes all ways are his ways." Azure was cocky and arrogant. He was a bastard through and through. He likely hated her right now, but hatred was something that Aslatiel could deal with. Mojito... he couldn't. He was made of softer stuff. That was something that the woman had never held against him and she never would.

Rolling her shoulders, Asla proceeded to bend her neck from side to side, releasing the tension that had built up within her. "What is the name of this wolf that you care so deeply for?" If she was going to go and win this wolf's freedom, she should probably know their name. Her mind was already made up. Even if Mo asked her not to do it, she would be leaving for the Armada the following day. The flop-eared man deserved happiness after a life filled with such hardship.

"Asla Indarra"