so hold me

"Look at you. Out and about." Iolaire had watched Roan crest the hill from her place within the briar fenced yard where she kept her poisonous plants. She'd been transplanting things into larger containers and from larger containers into the earth. As such, the little woman was rather dirty. Earth and greenery clung to her pelt here and there and get white toes were dark from digging. She didn't care if Roan saw her like this, however. He'd seen her cry. There wasn't much uglier one could get.

"How are you feeling?" If he'd taken to walking and climbing, he was bound to be sore. Perhaps she could invite him to rest beneath Eva, the little willow that Meadow had named. She'd leave it up to him to decide how far he wished to push himself. The hard part was over. The rest would just take time.

Moving forward, Iolaire stood on her dirty little tip toes so that she could nuzzle the underside of Roans jaw. She couldn't get enough of touching the man. It just felt right. This was what they were supposed to do to one another. The lady then brazenly flicked her tongue across his lower lip before pulling back with a grin. They hadn't announced their relationship, but then again, they didn't need to. This was their business. If anyone saw, fine. If they didn't, fine.