Once Silvio's breathing indicated that he was sleeping, Su-jin shifted to lay on the floor beside him. He snuggled up to the wolf's side and draped one arm over him to keep that steady, supportive weight against Silvio's body. His fingers moved through Silvio's fur until he, too, dozed off beside his mate.

When morning came, Su-jin groaned softly, his shoulder aching slightly from sleeping on the floor. It's not even the worst place he's slept, but he's become a bit spoiled in these modern times. Blinking the sleep from his dark eyes, Su-jin pushed himself upright and looked over Silvio to examine the damage from the silver chains. It looked much better than he's seen over the years. Angry red, but not those horrible black burns.

Reaching down, he combed his fingers gently through Silvio's hair. "Are you awake," he murmured softly.