i don't blame the bear

Leaning against Roan, Iolaire tried not to think about the battle that was to come. She trusted her mother and brother to keep him safe, but she didn't want any of them to get hurt. Her mother, she knew, had a habit of sacrificing her own safety for the safety of others. And Sirius... well, he didn't exactly think things through a lot of the time.

Pulling back, she searched Roan's scarred face before offering what advice she could. "Protect them and they'll protect you. Kill the bear, but do it efficiently. Play to each others strengths and you'll come out safely."  The small woman offered him a smile of reassurance. He would come back to her. She knew it. Groups of wolves killed bears all the time. This wouldn't be any different. "If I have to go kill the bear to avenge you..." She joked. It might take her some time and a lot of crafting, but she'd kill it. Somehow.

"I'll follow and be waiting outside. When you're done, you call me right away, okay?" She needed to know the instant that the bear was dead. She needed to know that they were all okay.