life is way too short to take it slow

”Of course,” she agreed to call her just Io. Belle was no stranger to informal titles and took it on easily. The woman answered her question easily as she took her own place close by, offering a bit of companionship in the cold of the night. Deathbelle felt herself regretting leaving her fur shaw in the den. The wind blew over the rocks and caused the empress to shiver uncomfortably. Io seemed to take to the sacred place easily and spread herself on the ground tiredly.

”You’ve no need to stay awake on my behalf.” She told her with concern, sleep was just as important as food or water. Especially in the desert. Deathbelle was becoming well acquainted to loneliness, and wouldn't want Seer’s underling exerting herself excessively for her. ”I do miss fresh air, and I’m ready for a fresh start.” Belle added as her gaze wandered the expanse of smoke and cloud above them.