"Wolves are not known for playing fair, Rasler," she murmured lightly, his name still feeling like a ghost on her lips. It felt strange to say his name after all this time.

Once she'd cleaned the wound, Ashe used the hi-potions on it, healing it up for the most part. She stood; her smile was soft when she looked at him and Ashe couldn't help herself from embracing him again, her head tucked under his chin. "I... Rasler..."