Soul Full of Sorrow

The pain on his injured face was evident, but she pretended not to notice. Men had their pride, after all. She wouldn't baby the man. She would simply be there beside him while he went through this process. If he needed her, there she would be. It was part of her job as a healer, right? Besides, she knew the pain that he was going through. She had lost her siblings as well. It wasn't easy.

Roan had trusted her this far and the dark woman grinned. "Indeed you have." Rather than help him rise, she let him do so on his own so she could assess his range of movement. Honestly, the dislocation hadn't been as bad as she thought. The pain that he felt now was mostly from inflammation. Once the swelling went down, he would still be sore, but he would be able to move more readily.

The black and silver brute slowly stood and leaned himself against her side. She braced herself against his weight. It wouldn't be easy, but she'd get him outside somehow. The pair walked together and, slowly but surely, they exited the den. Roan commented on her strength and the tiny fae laughed. "What can I say? I'm a power house."

A short ways off, there were trees. Moving forward, Iolaire guided Roan, approaching one of the trees. "Lean against that. I'll give you some privacy. Just let me know when you're ready to head back." Leaving him against the tree, the tri-colored fae moved back towards the den to give him space.