Absolution

It was enough. The movement of silken fur drifting over stone as Deathbelle shifted pulled the small woman's gaze around just as the larger fae spoke her name. Damn. Now that she was here, she didn't quite know what to say. Ears tucked back against her skull for just a moment, showing her apprehension at the encounter. Why had she thought this would be a good idea? Probably because she couldn't avoid her problems forever. She had to act like an adult. Had to do what was best for Ashen. Smoothing things between the two of them was what was best.

"Deathbelle." She purred out in her sultry, accented tones. "You're looking well." Iolaire didn't see much of the injuries that the woman had sustained. They had been tended to quickly and no doubt Lucretia had tended to them herself after. Knowing that the other healer was at Belle's disposal had left Iolaire without worry during the time that they'd been apart. Without worry as to the superficial wounds, anyway. The emotional wounds, however...

The small woman cleared her throat. Her words were oddly stiff and it was obvious that she didn't know where they stood. "I just came to check after your well being."