The Grudge

"I'm sorry," the woman said softly after a long period of crying, then silence. She'd soaked his fur, no doubt. He'd been just so damn supportive, she couldn't help herself. Roans gentle embrace and soft nothings had made her cry all the more. How long they even lay there, she didn't know. Time had lost track of them.

Having regained control of her faculties, Iolaire pulled back. One paw raised to wipe the excess tears from her face. She sniffed once and that cool visage slid back into place. "Thank you for the apology." Rising, the tiny wolf went about looking for things to keep herself busy. "The middle chamber is for you, though you can sleep here for now if you'd like since you've already laid down." Iolaire left the chamber, her voice calling back to him. "There's a bowl of willow bark on the bottom right of the shelf out here. Use it as you need."

She was embarrassed at her lack of control. Roan was a veritable stranger. And he was her patient to boot. She shouldn't have shown such weakness in front of him. Pushing the skin away from the doorway of the courage, viridian eyes cast to the sky. "It's going to rain." She said to no one in particular .