What you owe

Roan maybe hadn’t quite believed Iolaire when she said his leg would take an incredibly long time to heal. His facial wounds were turned to scars and no longer bothered him. Io was a great healer though, and even if he couldn’t move much she did do physical therapy with him. Roan was returning to his former glory, but he wasn’t there yet. The silver marked titan did what he could for his caretaker, but she often didn’t allow him much activity.

His shoulder felt good, he could walk and move around, but he also knew that too much activity returned him back a few days in recovery. For the most part he could deny any pain management, he could tell that Iolaire’s methods were working. He had offered to accompany her in the task that took her from the cottage today, but she declined him and the warrior instead reclined in front of the stone building.

The silver warrior lay in what sun was available with the ash covering the sky. His eyes half lidded as he debated about a nap, when the huge form of Sirius approached. Emerald eyes blinked fully open as his gaze shifted to the Warlord. The question was if he was looking for Iolaire or did Roan have to prepare to repay his massive debt.