Soul Full of Sorrow

She seemed to appreciate the gesture as they both were aware of the pain the other experienced. Iolaire didn’t dispute his words either, not that he expected her to. The pain of losing them today hurt just as bad as the day they were killed. One day the wound would scab over, but it would never heal. His eyes flicked away from her direction as she shifted quickly away from dwelling on loss.

”Yes, the warmth is nice.” Even in the desert the spring season was colder than it usually was. Roan heaved a great sigh of his own, other than keeping his water cup filled he wasn’t a needy patient. He leaned to his side, exposing his belly as he got comfortable on his side. Besides his heavy emotions he wasn’t expending much energy, but coupled with a full stomach and healing serious wounds he was ready to return to sleep. ”Maybe just some rest.”