What you owe

The question lingered in his mind for only another moment before Sirius uttered his name and dashed any thought Io was the target. ”Sirius.” The wounded man nodded politely in returned greeting. Roan was slowly healing, but the Warlord still asked him to offer a little exertion. ”Better, yes.” However much he wasn’t yet fully healed. ”I’ve been warned not to over exert myself…” He trailed off warningly, he’d already made Io mad but looking after her. He didn’t want to upset her for not following her direction in looking after himself.

Roan didn’t struggle near as much lifting himself from the ground, but his injury was still very much apparent. He managed though, and if Sirius wanted to stretch his limbs Roan would join him. It had been too long since he’d really gotten his limbs extended, but he didn’t want to think about that day.