Sing of Secret Sorrow

The woman continued to hold her and, for a moment, it was like nothing had changed between them. Iolaire still loved Deathbelle dearly. It was simply a different kind of love now. "Thank you, Belle." The kind words had truly helped the woman. This idea that she'd had in her head was something that she didn't feel many would understand. Deathbelle did understand and agreed that it was a task worth doing.

Pulling back, but with their bodies still touching, Iolaire wiped her eyes. "I hope Sirius will understand. You know how he gets." The small fae gave her head a shake and shot her friend a look of exasperation. "He'll be worried that I'll somehow tarnish the Armada's reputation, no doubt." That had been his worry the last time she'd talked about traveling. "I promised him that I'd never leave his side... but this is so important to me. I hope he can see that." She was worried. Genuinely worried. Even she didn't know what went through the man's head most of the time.