Shared Misery

It was almost strange now to be the one receiving the comfort, instead of delivering it. He leaned into her nuzzle, welcoming it. The trust between brother and sister was immense. Io had entered his world like a breeze, but had remained with the stability of an old oak. Reliable and strong.

He snorted at her assessment of his drunk version. He had certainly found drunk Io to be a riot. He didn’t think he had ever heard her sing so loudly, or off key. He would give away so many days of his life to hear that sound with frequency. It was to him the sound of delight.

When she corrected him on where she had woken, he burst out in surprise laughter, a bark of amusement before he stifled it. “Oh, Io” he said, voice still heavy with his amusement. “Did they at least sing better than you did?” he could just imagine Mort buzzing around her with a hundred questions. That would have been such an amusing sight.