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Again, Sirius was relieved at her declaration of loyalty. He really was a silly thing. Didn't he believe her? He was stuck with her until he sent her away. That was just how it was. Loyalty was important and Iolaire was incredibly loyal.

Sirius practically begged her to return to his den so that he might tend to Zee whom she just discovered was terrified of storms. Wrinkling her nose lightly, she gave her sibling a playful smack to his foreleg. "Go on. I'll fetch my things and follow you." If she could help Zee, she would. Especially because Sirius had asked.

Rising from her place, the small fae moved back towards her cottage to fetch get pack. It seemed as though Roan was asleep and so she was as silent as possible. Ratherthanmaking a tea in the den, Iolaire quickly made a tea upon the embers of the fire. The gourd that she'd warmed was hot now, but would cool enough by the time that she arrived. The rain had begun to fall by the time she crossed the territory to the den of Sirius and Zee. Standing in the doorway, the small wolf gave a little shake. Thankfully there had just been a slight bit of sprinkling and so she hadn't gotten very wet at all. "Zee," She greeted with a nod.