GAHRYE
Hours later, Gahrye sat on the couch, hunched over the book in front of him on the coffee table, staring at the page of one of the oldest books he'd touched yet. It smelled like oak and dust, but it still didn't overwhelm Kalle's scent to him.
She sat next to him on the couch. He had one hand cupped on her thigh and stroked it with his thumb absentmindedly. Her scent was distracting, but also so comforting. He needed her close enough to touch, to be certain she was there, because with every passing moment, with every line of text he read, he was becoming more and more convinced that he needed to get Elia back to Anima, regardless of the risk.
Dying here—or being absorbed by her beast—didn't save her from the wolves. And if she really was trying to go Silent, he'd take the risk with the wolves anyway.
But how did he get a massive lioness across the traverse?
