With cheeks ever so slightly pinked from waking up in this situation, Gladio thanked the Six in the back of his mind as he gathered up his clothing and ducked into the bathroom. To wash off the night, to give himself time to remember what he could of what happened, was a welcome necessity to keep him from being unsettled for the rest of the day. The wolf didn't remember things like the human and it took time to process, but by the time he was drying himself off, he remembered enough of it to piece it together.

The talk with his father is not going to be so easy, he thinks, lips thin as he pulled on clothing and stretched out into a human's skin. All of his changes up until now had either been had home, when he was a pup, or here in later years where they is more safety for him and everyone else around. Or... so they thought. The fact that Noctis had come into the garden...

But he hadn't hurt Noctis. He'd protected him. There's something that settles well into his chest, the place that was promised since birth to become the prince's Shield.