Iolaire was back from her trip. Deathbelle wouldn’t call it a vacation, and even with her own knowledge was unable to help her once love with her ailment. She crossed all of her toes in hopes that a solution had been found. She hoped and prayed that her dear friend could have the family she so desired. If anyone deserved such fruits of her labor it was the lovely Iolaire. Thoughts of her warmed Belle’s heart as she trotted lazily over the border and towards the cottage. She hoped not to interrupt anything too exciting, Io and Roan had a lot of work ahead of them. It was early in the evening and she thought she’d passed the silver marked warrior on her way through, hopefully that meant Io was mostly alone.

”Io?” She called out softly while rapping her knucke upon the door frame politely.

Roan had left to go do manly things leaving her alone to tend to the herbs and treatments that would hopefully allow her to produce children. She'd been consuming draughts and concoctions for days and they were already taking their toll. She'd thrown up quite a few times. Sometimes her head swam and she just wanted to sleep all day. That was exactly what she was doing when a soft rap at her door pulled her from sleep.

Ears perked as Io stirred, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She was inside, curled up on her pallet of furs. Still tired and a little weak, the small woman merely called out. "Come in." She pulled herself upright, eyes in the direction of the doorway. She'd been asleep when the call came and hadn't been able to place the voice. If it had been Sirius or Mort, they would have just rushed inside. Who could it be?

Deathbelle was invited in without hesitation however sleepy and soft the voice sounded. With no hesitation the Empress slipped through the fur door to greet her sweet friend. The sight of her, despite the weariness, brought a smile to Deathbelle’s dark lips. Without asking she moved toward Iolaire’s fur bed. Without a word the woman settled in beside the dainty she wolf and wrapped her up in her arms. Too much time had passed since she’d held tightly to her dear friend. The one to mend her broken heart and steal it in the same motion. Belle buried her features in Io’s soft fur and breathed her in slowly. ”I missed you.” She tried not to sound too needy, but all she’d been craving was a good snuggle with her. ”I’m glad you’re home safe.”

Much to her surprise, it was Deathbelle. Io instantly smiled as her dear friend came into view. Belle wasted no time in getting into bed with her and drawing her into an embrace. Iolaire curled herself into that embrace, her muzzle resting between the speckled woman's ears as they pressed themselves together. "I missed you too. I'm glad to be home." Io placed a soft kiss upon Belle's head before drawing back a bit to look down at her. "Are you alright? You seem sad." Her brow furrowed as she searched that familiar face.

She wanted to tell Deathbelle all that she'd learned on her travels with Roan, but it could wait until she knew that her friend was okay. They could get into it eventually, but for now, Deathbelle was the priority.