Absolution

Deathbelle’s mismatched ears were perked and at attention was Io snapped back at the Empress. She admitted her difficulty and Belle was reminded again of Io’s feisty vibrance. Still seeming mechanical she continued, offering up an acceptable apology. Belle wasn’t sure how to proceed either, she’d been hurt and slipped into a mode of self preservation. How could she be vulnerable and show Io how she felt without getting hurt again?

Belle grit her teeth, she hated the barrier between them, and yearned for Io’s sweet touch and closeness. ”I’m sorry I put you in that situation to begin with.” Belle started, her voice softening considerably as did her features. ”I..” Again the ambassador caused a stutter in the Empress. ”I’m relieved to see you well.” She offered hesitantly, showing the worry that had plagued her since that day.

”I was… afraid you wouldn’t come back.”