what id give to not be alone

The explanation that Deathbelle gave was one that Iolaire had expected, sadly enough. The speckled woman was made to be loved. She loved affection and being with another. It was what had drawn the pair of women together in the first place. And so she held Deathbelle close, letting the woman release whatever buildup that she needed to. As she held her former lover, movement from the doorway caught her eye. Enki was entering. Iolaire shook her head. In low tones, the woman spoke to the cat in his own tongue, telling him to keep others from entering and to ask her husband, Roan, to give them time. The cat backed out of the cottage with a nod.

Hannibal had been gone for days? Judging by her conversations with him, Iolaire imagined that he would be in it for the long haul. She was a little surprised that the man would just up and leave. As for throwing herself at Sirius... Iolaire could understand. Deathbelle needed someone and had no one. "I'm sorry, darling," the smaller woman spoke softly. "I wish I could make things right for you. You deserve nothing but happiness." Io gave her friend a squeeze, holding her close and continuing to be the comfort that the woman needed so badly. They could stay like this until she was ready to move.