Wee Hours

*Iolaire* · 11-01-2019, 04:03 PM

She could see just how uncomfortable the idea of sleep made him. Iolaire's brow furrowed in concern. No, this wouldn't do at all. Tell me everything. Anything that you might think is important. Hold nothing back. Iolaire was greatly interested in these night terrors. Her father had been plagued by something similar. If she could help Sirius, she would. If she didn't have the information or the skill, she would learn.

His unease was obvious by both his reactions and his movements. She could understand. It wasn't easy to admit a fault. Especially one that couldn't be controlled. It was that lack of control that bothered him most, she guessed. It made the most sense to her, at least. On the occasions where she had bad dreams, they were always hard to shake. Sometimes they stayed with her long after, clinging to the dredges of her mind.

Sirius suggested that he call an herbalist. Someone that Deathbelle had ties with. Iolaire nodded. It will be a start. I'll have to pick the minds of others though. The only way to learn everything is to ask everyone, you know. She smiled softly, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Io found that she didn't like seeing Sirius upset. It bothered her in a way that it really shouldn't.

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