Wee Hours

Sirius consumed the concoction and Iolaire collected her dish, sliding it back in her pack. He spoke, saying that she might want to leave. The small woman wrinkled her nose and scoffed. "Perhaps I shouldn't." She then began to elaborate, knowing that he would argue. "If we're going to beat this, I need to know if the dosage works. I need to hear if you're restless." With a sigh, she tapped his large paw with her small one. "I won't be near so you needn't worry. Marshal and Bast can help me keep an ear out."

Iolaire sat down hard, signifying that this was the end of it. Though he was the warlord and she was in his service, she wouldn't be swayed. That was something that he'd need to get used to. He was important to her. There would be times that she would go against him for his own good, but she only did it out of love and concern.

"Let me know when you start to get tired. Take to your bed and I'll leave you to it." Iolaire was very confident in her skills with sleep aids. He should have no dreams and wake up feeling a little groggy. While he slept, she would keep watch from afar as promised.