Fruits of Our Labor

Io saw the mixed emotions on Seer's face as she moved out into the main room of the cottage. Would he have tried to attack Roan for trying to defend his sleeping wife? That would have been a poor idea, for she would have attacked him right back. Sirius was her brother, but Roan was the other half of herself. She would defend him even against the warlord that she loved so much. Thankfully it didn't come to that.

Sirius wrapped her up in his trademark giant bear hug, placing a kiss on her cheek. Iolaire released a soft, girlish giggle and gave his cheek a peck in return before giving him a much daintier squeeze. His words made her smile. "I missed you too. We were so tired from our journey that we passed out as soon as we dropped our things." No doubt they would both have sore paws for a while.

Extracting herself from her brother's hold, Io sat across from him, casting a glance at Roan to see if he would come sit beside her. His 'Muffin' comment brought a scoff, a grin and a shake of the head. They were both so silly.