closer than together

The Empress hardly expected an immediate response, Iolaire could have been anywhere. Deathbelle spent her time working on new tinctures as she tried to finish her recovery. There were a few old dried herbs in front of her, along with a tiny bit of honey and wine. She was starting to rebuild her stores, but she’d been put back a few paces with her injury. Though she imagined she wouldn't have to be as patient as the warlord, in a couple more days she’d be in perfect shape.

Belle couldn’t help the grin that took her features as Iolaire stepped over the threshold. Mismatched ears fell to her ears as her ivory tail wagged softly at her hip. So much happened since she’d last laid eyes on the silver marked she wolf. There was no regret to feel, and Deathbelle wasn’t plagued immediately with the take off of a million butterflies. No, their friendship could be as easy as anything they had before.

”Something like that.” She returned warmly before wondering if it would be appropriate to ask for her to sit beside her. ”You’ve been busy,” she said instead, not missing the dust on Io’s fur. ”I’m sorry to pull you away from your work.” She was loyal to Sirius, at his side doing his work should be her first priority. Even if Belle missed hoarding her attentions.