The Grudge

Roan felt like a right fool as he listened to Iolaire cry. He sighed softly, so lost and unsure what to do with himself. What could he do? Sorry certainly wouldn’t cut it, not after everything he’d done and everyone that got involved. Dapple wasn’t much like Iolaire, she looked to him to lead most of the time and was easily swayed when he argued for her safety. Io was just as independent as he was, and though he was embarrassed to have ridden in the cart he did it because his caregiver was sure it was what was best for him. He wished she could see he’d only done what he thought was best for her, even if his methods were cruel.

Finally he decided to slowly pad forward, quietly too as she would be able to dismiss him if he was pushing too hard at her boundaries. If she didn’t shoo him away before he could settle down Roan would awkwardly lay his titanic form at the foot of the furs, not quite on them but close enough that Iolaire could lean back against him if she wanted the comfort. He almost felt like he was pushing her too hard, after he’d acted like such a child he wouldn’t want to be around him either. But he felt a connection to Iolaire that he’d never shared with anyone else. Roan was suddenly very afraid of losing that.

”I’m sorry. For earlier. I should have tried to convince you on my own instead of ganging up like that…” But Resin had been eager to leave, he had no power of persuasion over the tiny healer, Sirius was an easy way out. Well, after all was said and done not so easy. Io had ridden in the cart, but it had been costly.