Soul Full of Sorrow

Though his emerald gaze didn’t rest on her Roan’s inky ears were focused on her and her words. Iolaire answered his question with confidence, his facial wounds would heal over long before he regained full use of his shoulder. Io explained that no matter how careful he was, there was no fully leaving his limb to heal. He was constantly moving, no matter how closely he followed the healer’s instruction hiss recovery was going to take time.

Roan was as sure as Iolaire that his face was going to be marred for the rest of his life, she may have been a good healer but he felt how deep the gouges were. He knew the pain that seared over his face. No matter how talented she was they would remain. The silver marked titan was glad for it, though, he would never forget that day.

The scene replayed in his head over and over again as his healer fell silent and he worked on the meal provided. He could have wallowed in his own self pity and feel sorry for himself, but he didn’t care about his own state. Roan couldn’t stop thinking about his poor dear Dapple. Almost absently he tore at the dried meat as silence fell between them. Roan wasn’t talkative before the tragedy, it seemed he was less so now.

He knew that he was dwelling too heavily on the past and events that he had no control to change. Roan was thankful that Io was so close, her presence allowed him to stay grounded. He could focus on her heat instead of missing the warmth of his sister. As he finished his meal his empty stomach was sated but his heart was far from it. He sighed softly and placed his head on his inky black paws. He knew that he was going to have to get used to sitting still and being occupied by his toxic thoughts.