there's no way out of this dark place

Today was a bad day. Iolaire felt like death. She had been emotional. Her stomach had been aching. Her bones seemed to hurt. She had started off her morning crying. The healer just couldn't seem to get her head around her emotions today. She had stopped with the treatments. They were just taking too much of a toll. Io felt that if she continued, she would end up wasting away into nothing. A dead woman couldn't have children any more than she could while she was alive. It was with a heavy heart, but she told Roan that she was done. They wouldn't have children, but at least they would have each other.

As the tiny, frail woman lay on her pile of furs near the fire, a soft voice called out her name. It had been quite a while since Indigo had visited. No doubt he was staying away from her like the rest. The whole pack knew how ill she had made herself. "Come in, Indigo," she called out to him. It would be nice to have some company. Something had to really be bothering him though for him to call upon her these days. She hoped that it was something she could help him with. Rising so that she was laying on her stomach, Io made herself somewhat presentable.