Absolution

Deathbelle immediately responded to her presence as Iolaire sprawled upon the furs. The speckled woman began helping to clean her paws so Iolaire abandoned the task. Instead, she began to nibble upon the woman's mismatched ears, grooming them and straightening any fur that may have been mussed during their exploits. After a time, however, she simply draped her neck over the back of Belle's and held her close.

Iolaire stilled, laying there silently, curled around her lover. This very well could be their last time together. All sexual tension had been spent and all that was left within the little healer was emotion. She would mourn the loss of Deathbelle, but she would be happy for what she believed was to come. What she hoped was to come.

Eventually, Iolaire broke the silence, her tones soft, barely above a whisper due to their close proximity. "Things are going to change soon. I have a feeling." She didn't want to tell the woman too much about her conversation with Hannibal. Their melding needed to be natural and not coerced. Io gave the woman beside her a squeeze. "Good changes."