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All it took was a little bit of sympathy. A little bit of understanding. His loving touch pulling her close tightened the tiny wolf's throat and tears sprang up in an instant. As if she hasn't exhausted her supply of tears earlier... Sirius' words, laced heavily with emotion, broke her. Iolaire cried for the second time today. Not ugly, sobbing cries, but she cried nonetheless. The fae pressed her forehead against her brothers shoulder as she wept, hiding her face from both him and the storm.

Already she felt better. It was as though a weight had been lifted. A small weight, but a weight all the same. Simply sharing this burden that had been gnawing at her like a jackal at a bone... it helped. By sharing, she wasn't alone. "Thank you," She whispered, her voice wavering slightly. "I needed that." A sympathetic ear was an easy thing to gain, but she had needed it from him. Someone that she respected. Someone that she loved.

She could feel the giant tense a bit as she spoke of loving Deathbelle. His next words brought laughter through her tears. "God's, no, Sirius." She shook her head, leaning up to nuzzle his big, silly cheek. "I gave her up for the good of the Empire. Besides, haven't I sworn fealty to you enough?" Io gave him a gentle headbutt. "This is my home. You are my home. Unless you send me away, I'm not going anywhere."