Seaside Appreciation

Rather than eat when he did, Iolaire was content to watch his face as Roan took his first bite of the cooked, spiced meat. The look of utter satisfaction on his face was perfect. A prideful grin settled upon Io's features. She was pleased with her skill and enjoyed the validation that his expression had given her. Roans words brought a soft chuckle from the small fae and she leaned against him. "You deserve nice things." He really did. The big man made her quite happy. She slept better than she ever had. She wasn't as internally anxious as she used to be. She didn't worry as much. Just as she was healing him, he was healing her.

Iolaire picked a piece of the meat between her teeth and chewed slowly. It was just how she liked it. Warm, soft, flavorful. The pair ate, Io cooked some more, and they ate those as well. Once they had eaten their fill, the tiny lady lay on her side, eyes at half mast. Her white tipped tail swished lazily back and forth like a satisfied feline. The fire was warm and being full was making her relaxed and languid.

It was nice to be away from the rest of the pack. Nice to have some time alone. Not that they weren't alone every night, but it was nice to be somewhere else where it was just the pair of them. There was no chance of anyone intruding upon their moment together. The Armada was still small. Most of its members were too timid to venture out on their own. Tonight it was just the two of them. All alone.