Absolution

Deathbelle's slightly unspoken declaration of love was met with a sigh. Iolaire placed her forehead flat against the woman's neck, speaking into her soft, black and white fluff. "And I, you. Which is why I'm all the more ashamed of my actions and how long it took me to come to you. I was thoroughly embarrassed." It was over. They'd forgiven one another and it was done with. Let it be done.

Trying to move the conversation along, Iolaire pulled back a bit, her gaze searching Belle's. "Has anything happened while we've been apart?" She didn't wait before saying, "Hannibal sought me out. Banshee told him that I was a healer. Odd since he could have gone to Lucretia." What would the woman think of that? Had Hannibal told her that he'd gone looking for her?