Soul Full of Sorrow

Iolaire returned quick enough that Roan hadn’t moved more than a few steps. Less than he wished, but pushing himself too far would be detrimental as well. The silver marked titan accepted her help despite his wounded pride. He wasn’t a fan of her pity either, and averted his gaze in shame. He leaned against her and the pair of them returned to the entrance of the den. The scene was different than they’d left it, set up for a comfortable meal.

Without hesitation he returned to the furs, getting as comfortable as his sore shoulder would allow. Iolaire quickly seated herself before him, almost as close as she’d been when acting as his crutch. Roan closed his eyes as she approached with her salve, but did not miss the gentle touch at his cheeks where she rid him of the tears. Again she explained her actions, something the independant wolf was beginning to appreciate. This was going to go on for a while, it was better he knew what she was doing.

There was a bit of pain as her mixture was applied, Roan squeezed his eyelids together in reaction. She was as gentle as possible, but his flesh was still raw. Suddenly he was thankful for her pushing the pain relief on him earlier. ”Will my face, or my shoulder heal first?” He asked softly as she finished and turned back to collect their breakfast. He felt more nauseous than hungry, but he knew the nourishment could do nothing but help him. Nothing but his emotional burden caused his stomach to be upset.

Roan nibbled at the strips of dried meat, and he was more thankful for the water she brought. As she returned to his side he focused on the dish of water and lapped up the last bit. Unconsciously the brute leaned against the dainty healer as he sunk into the furs and returned his attention to the food in front of him. His appetite appeared as the first bite went down, he didn’t increase any fervor in his eating. Slowly he worked on his food, his mind still trying to comprehend his new normal.