Soul Full of Sorrow

He felt shame at her words, but she couldn't help herself. She knew what it felt like. Maybe that's why he was so ashamed. Perhaps if she told him... but now wasn't the time. She had to get him back to the furs so he could rest. That was the only thing that would help him. Rest.

Having settled him and seen to his face, Roan questioned her about which would heal first. "Your face, most definitely. The shoulder is an internal injury and, even if you try to stay off of it, you really can't. The wound keeps getting irritated and inflamed no matter how careful you try to be. It'll heal, it'll just take quite a bit longer." She was confident in her abilities. Both wounds would heal. He would be scarred for life, his black and silver face a ruin on one side, but he still had his vision and he would live.

As Iolaire sprawled out on the furs, Roan ate. He seemed to be hesitant about it at first, but soon gave in and consumed the meat more heartily. She had the urge to talk to him about losing not one, but three siblings, but decided not to. Now wasn't the time either. She would let him eat in peace. They could speak after if he wished, or they could sit in silence. She was fine simply enjoying his company, either way.