Andreas sighed quietly and tapped the side of his plate with his fork. His food was still sitting there; he'd hardly touched it. He felt sick--and it wasn't because of the fur and bones crowding his stomach. Aura was dead. He hadn't realized that simple fact would upset him so much. He scowled at his own stupidity.<span style="font-style: italic">If you want your wounds to heal quickly you'll have to eat something,</span>he scolded himself, pushing a piece of meat between his lips. He quickly finished the rest before it could get cold and then sat back, staring at a wall. He became aware of a sticky sensation and reached up to find blood in his ivory hair. The wolf that killed Aura, he'd snapped it in half above his head. This was his blood.<br/><br/>"I suppose it's about time for an evening bath anyway," he muttered. He called to Asalia to make Saint comfortable and draw a bath. "Come on then," he said to Koda, leading the way to the bath house. Two baths in one day, two bloodbaths in one day. And he was usually so clean.