Soul Full of Sorrow

'I'm fine,' the man said, but she didn't believe him. Iolaire stared him hard in the face. "If you want to heal quickly and correctly, you need to be truthful with me. Subtle changes can alter the plan that I have in place. You want to walk again right? You want to be whole? Don't bullshit me." That being said, she rose and began rummaging through some of the sparse items left within the den. Pulling out some white willow bark, she placed it before him. "Eat." The woman, though tiny, was a force and she wouldn't take no for an answer.

The man then gave his name and Io's dark ears tucked against her skull momentarily. Her former fire burned down to coals and then was extinguished. She felt for him. She really did. Stepping forward, the woman, a mere stranger, placed a soft nuzzle against his cheek. "You are and you will be again. Just let me get you well first." Taking a step back, she gave him a wink.

Having stated that he needed to go outside, Iolaire stepped upon the furs and pressed her side against his as much as she could. "Feel free to lean against me when you need. I can brace you so you keep minimal weight on your injured leg." Satisfied that she was in position, she spoke. "Okay, let's go. Slowly."