A Whisper by the Dark Moon

When he sat, she also sat, feeling like a story was brewing. She was right. Sirius launched into a quick synopsis of his life in Deathbelle's service. A slave? Iolaire's brows pulled together. She was not a fan of slavery. In the future she would most likely tell him so, but now wasn't the time.

Eventually Sirius finished and the small woman sighed. "A difficult situation. There are deep feelings between you and there likely always will be. You'll both have to embrace friendship and be happy for one another." She gave a light shrug and a sympathetic sadNess entered her gaze. She stared after the retreating woman. "It will be harder for her than you. You have Zee. She's alone."

Io searched the big man's face. "Perhaps I'll talk to her. See if I can lighten her heart. Maybe she just needs some companionship and a sympathetic ear." It was worth a shot.