closer than together

She had been careful not to touch the woman before she took her paw. Digits flexed lightly, testing Belle's own toes before lightly bending the ankle. She was fine, but it eased the tiny dames mind to see for herself. Releasing Deathbelle, she put her paw back on the ground. "Just fine," was her conclusion.

Ears perked as Belle went on to talk about Hannibal. There was a hint of shy affection in her voice as she spoke of the man. Good. That was what Iolaire had wanted. By the time Belle had finished speaking, a soft smile was on the tri-colored fae's features. "I'm glad to hear." She then winked. "Told you so." Io was happy for the Empress. It seemed as though she was finding love, just as Iolaire had intended and hoped for. Great. The first vestiges of depression latched into the back of the woman's mind, however. She did her best to push it aside. This was a moment of joy, after all.