~MIKAEL~The cave felt colder than the last. Godfather wasn't on the bed as he had been the last time — he was at the cellar grabbing a wine."You ought to be resting," I said, striding into the room. A low reverberating sound echoed in the room, followed by a guttural cough.He gently turned around, wiping his bloody nose with a white cloth. He looked paler than the last time I had seen him, and I feared that his illness had gotten worse.A frown appeared on my face. No matter how much he tried to casually brush it off as though it were nothing, we both knew that if I didn't find that wolf, he might never make it.I ground my teeth, hands clenched at my sides at the thought of O'Lean not finding the wolf.I don't want to lose him."You weren't supposed to come here today," he said, matter-of-factly.I walked over to where he was, took the cup he held, and helped him sit on his bed. "Don't tell me you are annoyed by my presence," I mumbled.He laughed — something Godfather rarely did.
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