I'm sorry

After a long morning of working in her garden and crafting various things, Iolaire decided that she deserved a nap. The day was a little overcast so the tiny healer decided to take a nap inside her little cottage. She'd been sleeping for a little over an hour when there was a rap on the door. Iolaire mumbled as the sleep slowly receded from her mind. She hated being woken up. Her sleep had been so good...

Pushing her body partway up, Iolaire sat, blinking away the sleep. "Come in," she called out to whoever was at the door. The skin would be easily pushed aside as she had not tied it when she entered earlier. As she waited for the caller to enter though, she heard the small, quavering voice of Mortis calling for her. Gods, what was it this time?

Iolaire moved quickly to the door, sweeping the skin aside. Zee stood there with the hanging body of Mort between her teeth. A silver brow arched and she stepped aside, motioning for her sister and nephew to come inside. Once within, she allowed the skin to slide shut, giving them privacy from anyone that might happen to pass by. Io motioned to one of the piled of furs in the main chamber. She took the other, seating herself on the lush pile. The serious look on Zee's face troubled the woman. "What's going on?"