Soul Full of Sorrow

Roan was in and out of consciousness the next day, his form still silent despite the tremendous pain his body was going through. His care taker made sure that when he was awake that he was kept in a stupor. His brain barely functioned beyond knowing the deep physical pain alongside his mental anguish. Though she was hard to focus on Dapple consumed any kind of thoughts Roan might have had. She lingered in his dreams until morning.

Iolaire’s touch as she checked on him upon his returned seemed to bring him from the abyss. He blinked open emerald green eyes, they were cleaned on his blood but upon opening them he stretched the deep gouges in his face. Roan grit his teeth, but tried to hide his discomfort. His consciousness returned with a quickness and he could see the dirt on her paws, smell the faint bit of bear on her fur, as well as the scent of Dapple. Likely this would be the final time he was reminded of her in this way, her scent would fade away with her existence.

The injured man blinked back his tears as he realized what the little healer had done. Where he had failed his sister many times now Io had not. She made the dangerous return, she was able to lay his sister to rest. One that she hadn’t deserved, but that he had caused. Roan watched as Iolaire dropped herself on the pile of furs she called her bed, no doubt utterly exhausted after a night of digging. Now he owed her more than just his life.

”You do me… and my sister, a great service.” He croaked hoarsely through his pain finally awake enough to give her his thanks for both saving him and giving Dapple her respectable burial. He closed his eyes again, exhausted from the trauma and sorrow of the last day.