Aftermath: Rook & Sthelada
The moment they had gotten there, Rook had sought out a place away from the others. It was too many people, especially people that he didn't know, and it made him uncomfortable. It made him doubly uncomfortable because he carried an unconscious Ash in his arms and every protective instinct he had was right at the surface. After-effects of the wolf still lingered as well and the ghoul that stepped forward when they entered to try and take Ash to the triage area for medical attention got growled at. It probably would have ended a lot worse if he hadn't been holding Ash. Instead, the ghoul just got pushed aside as Rook moved past them.
He had collapsed into a chair with Ash in his lap, curled up on his chest. Anyone who found them and tried to help just got growled at. Rook knew that Ash needed blood. He also knew that if they tried to get Ash to do so now, he was just going to end up starting to cry again, waste more blood, and end up in a frenzy. For now, it was best to leave him alone. Rook would open his own vein later if he had to.
He was sitting with his eyes closed, arms tight around Ash, and making gentle croons and clicks to him even though he was out of it when he heard someone else approaching. Before he could growl again in warning he realized it was one of the Hounds. The Nos. There was something about it being her that still the sound in his throat before it could come out.