dreams don't turn to dust

Much to her surprise, it was Deathbelle. Io instantly smiled as her dear friend came into view. Belle wasted no time in getting into bed with her and drawing her into an embrace. Iolaire curled herself into that embrace, her muzzle resting between the speckled woman's ears as they pressed themselves together. "I missed you too. I'm glad to be home." Io placed a soft kiss upon Belle's head before drawing back a bit to look down at her. "Are you alright? You seem sad." Her brow furrowed as she searched that familiar face.

She wanted to tell Deathbelle all that she'd learned on her travels with Roan, but it could wait until she knew that her friend was okay. They could get into it eventually, but for now, Deathbelle was the priority.