but she didn't ever hold me

Instead of a proper greeting all her vessel could summon was her first name and a quick accusation. Her mismatched ears fell to her skull as she peered at him suspiciously. ”Sit back down, you’re still the same old terrible patient.” She told him as he struggled to meet her on the outside of the den. ”Those may not have been my exact words.” She corrected him softly. ”Are stores are low. Our lead hunter is gone. The prey animals have starved and their offspring are born dead.” There was much to worry about, and hard times would not let up swiftly.

She sighed softly, but sympathetically as he shuddered softly, his leg still paining him despite the amount of time spent healing. ”Well why didn’t you tell me you had a cache out there?” She asked in the same tone of voice he’d used when asking about her low stores. ”But you’re right, we need hunting parties. I’ll talk to Riva and Lucretia both…” She was stopped by the sudden look on his face and her eyes widened in surprise as his low voice asked after herself and Iolaire.

She felt her face grow hot and her chest swelled with those same butterflies the mere thought of the tiny healer caused in her. Deathbelle had fully intended on keeping their intimate moments to herself. She liked the feeling of danger in keeping such an exciting secret. She regained her composure and pushed back against the grumpy titan. ”You slept with my handmaiden.” Deathbelle retorted, feeling anything but guilt about being so spontaneous with Iolaire.