Soul Full of Sorrow

She was amused at his reaction, but he wondered if she set him up for that reaction anyway. Were the situation different he might have smiled along with her, her laugh was infectious, but his sorrow weighed too heavily upon him still. His face would heal, his shoulder would heal eventually, but his heart would be the most difficult to repair.

Their conversation turned back to darkness, but he would capture her attention enough that she righted herself to look towards him. Her golden eyes were intense, but they held a great deal of compassion. She understood him clearly, something he might not have expected from the dainty woman. Iolaire understood completely though, going as far as saying she knew the loss would be difficult. Knowing the way Dapple was forced to leave the world, knowing how much life she still had. Knowing the fire in her eyes was so easily extinguished.

She didn’t dismiss his pain, she knew the difficulties he was struggling through. His jade eyes followed her as she settled back beside him, offering her shoulder in silent support as her head lowered to her paws. Inky ears perked as she spoke about herself and the Warlord at first. Roan listened quietly as she revealed her own loss. Her brothers, all murdered by their sire. Her own life was requested as well, and Roan felt an odd relief that she was spared the same fate.

Almost unconsciously he leaned over to nudge Io’s cheek supportively. The action was meant to be a comfort to the small she wolf but it worked the same for Roan. She offered her own introspection, yes she could have spent her life mourning but instead she had to make the decision to continue her life for them. Dapple wasn’t coming back, her life was ended. Thanks to Iolaire Roan was still present, he still existed and he could choose to live fully in his sister’s place.

”The pain never really goes away though, does it?” He asked softly as he lowered his head to his arms, so close to Iolaire he could hear her gentle breathing.