so hold me

Casual. They kept telling themselves that it was casual. For Iolaire, it really wasn't casual. She treated Roan as if they were already mates. As if they had already pledged themselves to one another. It might bite her in the ass in the end, but it was difficult to treat him any other way. They were that easy together.

Roan returned her kids and the dirty fae grinned, pristine white teeth flashing. "You won't be as sore if you rest." With a pull of her head, she beckoned for the man to follow. Iolaire kept the grass cut short around her cottage, the garden and the pond. It was easy then to settle down in the shorter grass. The wide willow, though still young, provided enough shade for the pair of them. Io patted the earth beside her, inviting Roan to rest.

"Once you can move freely again, what are your plans?" She sought to make casual conversation, but was genuinely curious. Her plans were obvious. She had this garden. She had her cottage full of healing items. Her family was here. Her roots were laid. Roan only had obligation holding him here. For a year, at least. After that, he could do as he wished.