[ Zhongli wakes before Ajax does. And if the other has not struggled out of his grip (intentionally or not) in his sleep, then still in Zhongli's arms does he remain. The tuft of his tail sweeps slowly back and forth at the space behind Ajax's knees. Restless perhaps. Or just contemplative. Either way, his eyes remained fixed at something behind the golden barrier.
The sound of the wolves had died down hours before. Whether they were youkai, mortal, or ghosts of the Abyss it is hard to say and also of little consequence now that the danger has passed.
When Zhongli feels Ajax stirs in his arms, he relaxes his grip slightly, hand moving to card between his ears once more as the youkai awakens for what appears to be a long slumber that was sorely needed. ]
Do you feel rested, Ajax?
[ His tone is calm and unhurried even though they both know they have a long and urgent journey ahead of them. ]
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The sound of the wolves had died down hours before. Whether they were youkai, mortal, or ghosts of the Abyss it is hard to say and also of little consequence now that the danger has passed.
When Zhongli feels Ajax stirs in his arms, he relaxes his grip slightly, hand moving to card between his ears once more as the youkai awakens for what appears to be a long slumber that was sorely needed. ]
Do you feel rested, Ajax?
[ His tone is calm and unhurried even though they both know they have a long and urgent journey ahead of them. ]
We have a long day ahead of us.