Andreas couldn’t eat the chicken Asalia brought him. For one thing, he had the flesh of several wolves crowding his stomach, along with their fur and bones which would take time to digest as long as he was holding his human form. Then there was the guilt making him feel sick. Could he have moved any faster? If things had been different, could he have saved her?<br/><br/>He flinched a little bit as Koda nuzzled into him, dragging the pup into his lap since the bites there were shallower. He had no inspiring words of wisdom for Saint. He didn’t know what he would do, how he would explain the reality of the situation to his kids. Their home was a pile of ashes, their mother was dead, and their father was so injured he would hardly be able to move for a day or two.<br/><br/>“If there’s anything you need,” Andreas said, “I’ll do it. I… couldn’t save her, but I swore to her that I would keep the rest of you safe.” That was big. Demons couldn’t break promises, just like other creatures couldn’t break a promise made to a demon.