Absolution

”Belle,” her informal title fell softly from Io’s lips as she tried to correct the Empress’s perception of events. It was rather odd that the Klein goddess forgot about her looks most of the time. Her natural beauty was difficult to mar, but she did enjoy being looked after. Having to rely on her appearance alone had never occured. She was a princess, and she took what she wanted. She built her heart’s desires. However much her heart wished for that which she could not have. ”I would never.” She tried to assure her that she wouldn’t have reacted nearly as badly as she made it out.

”I’m glad you don’t, i’m sorry we even left the den.” She managed to try and offer up a bit of humor. Remaining near the waterfall tangled up in Io’s arms was much preferable to the events leading up to now. Io took a step forward, and allowing her guard to fall completely Belle shifted to offer Iolaire a place at her side. ”You’ve already been forgiven.” She offered softly, she wanted the bond to repair, she wanted the little healer beside her. ”Don’t make me worry so much next time.”