Until There Is No Anything

After having agreed to take things slow, it felt as though the pair fell into an easy rhythm. She cared for him. He was a good patient. He joked with her. She joked back. Smiles were given freely as was the occasional touch. Simple. Keep things simple. If things were casual... it might hurt less when or if he left. And as for wooing... Iolaire didn't expect it. Nor would she really know how to react. Her former mate had simply claimed her and that was that. There really hadn't been any finesse involved.

Roan invited her to eat with him and the little lass settled down on the opposite side of the haunch. She took a few dainty bites, but that was it. Iolaire much preferred her meals to be cooked or dried. She was a strange one, that was for sure. For a moment she remembered the meal that she'd cooked for Deathbelle and was surprised that the memories no longer brought a pang to her chest. It seemed that Roan was already having a positive effect on her.

For the rest of the day, Iolaire did various things around the cottage. She went outside to check on the plants, but was sure to check on Roan often. When night came, she didn't ask him to leave her chambers. He'd slept there once. Might as well sleep there again. It could be 'their' chamber. She didn't mind that one bit and didn't think that he would either.