Absolution

She was sorry that they'd left the cave too. No use in being sorry now. It was over with. When Belle offered a space beside her and asked that Io not make her worry, the small fae flashed that charming grin of hers and hopped up onto the offered space. "If I was predictable all of the time, I'd be mighty boring, don't you think?"

Wasting no time, the small wolf settled her body next to the larger, pressing their shoulders together. Leaning into Belle, Iolaire nipped the woman's jaw lightly. "I am sorry for upsetting you and I'm glad you're okay." She offered a nuzzle to the fae's cheek. "I hope we can move past this." She didn't expect Deathbelle to fully forget immediately, but in time, perhaps she would regain her full trust again.