Soul Full of Sorrow

The brute eagerly agreed to let her sleep beside him and Iolaire grinned. Roan scooted aside, even though he didn't need to. She was small, after all. Didn't take up a lot of space. Stepping onto the furs, she gentle deposited herself beside him so as not to jostle his injury. Rather than curl into a ball, Iolaire pressed the length of her spine against his body.

A yawn tore from the lass and she slid her cheek along the furs, curling one foreleg up beneath her chin. Once she was comfortable, her eyes slowly drifted closed. Sleep had always been her enemy. Years of running from the murderous hounds of her father had trained her to sleep little and lightly. Sleeping beside someone though brought unconsciousness much more easily. And so, laying beside Roan, Iolaire slept deeply.

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