what id give to not be alone

Iolaire had been out picking sweet grasses and herbs with which to scent various pillows scattered about her home. She was more than surprised to see the crumpled form of Deathbelle sobbing by her door. Abandoning the grass and herbs to the wind, the small woman rushed forward, instantly enveloping her friend within her embrace. Though she didn't yet know what was going on with Belle, Io murmured sweet nothings and rocked her gently. What on earth was happening?

Now was not the time for words. Gently, Iolaire moved Deathbelle into the cottage for privacy's sake. It wouldn't do for those of the Armada to see their empress a sobbing mess. Settling Belle on the furs beside the small fire, Iolaire set about making some calming tea. With the kettle already sitting in the warm stones, it took but moments. Placing two cups on the floor at the edge of the furs, Io sat next to her friend once more, and arm wrapped about her to pull her close once more.

Now that they were alone and out of the view of prying eyes, it was time to speak. "Belle, tell me what's wrong, love." Pressing her cheek to the top of Deathbelle's head, she continued to embrace her. It seemed as though that was what the woman needed.