when the moon fell in love with the sun

Deathbelle couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as she was made to be the cause of disturbing Ilaire’s comfort. She was comfortable and warm, and Belle ruined it. Io didn’t give voice to any sort of complaint though, and she was the first to move from their love nest. Afterwards Belle would be much more tired, they could perhaps sleep the morning away. Hopefully. She couldn’t keep Io away from Sirius forever.

”Will you be warm enough?” She paused or just a moment, curious if they should bring a fur to drape over their backs. The faster they went through though, the faster they could come back and snuggle. Deathbelle was always more active at night, and she usually did at least one patrol during the moonlight hours.

Once that was settled Belle led the way from the cave on dainty paws, though she fully expected her partner to walk shoulder to shoulder with her. She couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that played on her lips as they walked. ”Do you take a patrol duty?” She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of the spitfire healer out here alone. She could take care of herself but that didn’t mean Deathbelle wasn’t going to worry about her.