Proof

Iolaire as he entered the den, but his eyes were on Asla. She stood up, though Indy wished she would have rested instead of moving on his account. Still, Indigo was appreciative of her affection and he returned her nuzzle, not realizing how much he craved her support. ”Of course,” he replied softly, barely even speaking, as she suggested how she could use his help. Io was supportive and Indy moved to surround his sister as Io went to her bucket.

With a special gentleness that wasn’t often shown by the massive boy Indigo cradled Aslatiel’s head. He was careful not to jostle her broken body as he tilted her features upwards. He almost missed the bright purple feather that was attached to her ear. A soft sound of sobbing left his lips before he could catch himself as tears pricked at his eyes. The color matched his pelt perfectly, and there was no other explanation for it beyond her returned love for him. The vast emotions that overtook him warred inside, and he was reminded that even though she was in his arms right now this moment was fleeting.

Maybe it was easier with her unconscious, he didn’t have to hold himself back to keep from hurting her, or feeling the pain himself. Her words were brought back to him and he was reminded that it would be better for both of them to find someone else to patch the hole he felt. He knew now that Asla felt the same.

Iolaire explained what happened fully, she didn’t sugar coat anything and Indy appreciated that. She’d saved Naiche, and sacrificed her leg for him. Aslatiel really was so strong, and it hurt even more that she was forbidden from him. Asla was everything he wanted, his other half. ”I know she will,” he whispered through hoarse lips as he reached down tentatively. Io had pulled away with the water, and with just as gentle a motion Indy kissed her cheek lovingly. She might not have been awake but he had no doubt she could feel how much he loved her from her drug induced sleep.