[Ashura continues to work at the soup, chopping and dumping, stirring occasionally. He poured himself another cup of tea and sipped as he watched the other sleep.
When he thought of it was he was terribly fond of this boy, of this little blonde and fiery knight. Since he had met him his days had seemed less... dragged out here in Marina, and he found pleasure and comfort in their moments together. It seemed odd, considering how different they were, but it was true, and it pained him to think of going home and leaving Wolfram alone.
He came over to the boy and reached down, brushing his hair with his fingers and leaned down, kissing his brow.
Wolfram, the little wolf.
He turned, heading back to the kitchen to tend the soup, starting to smell warm and inviting in its pot.]