Small comforts

The Warlord made the introductions, and saw his Wifes discomfort and uncertainty. When he had called Bast to fetch Iris, he had intended for the woman to sleep by Zee and keep her company. After all, Sirius wasn’t sure if his own night terrors would be a threat to her again, and things between them were… rocky. He needed to give her space, but he did not want to leave her alone. He nudged Zee gently while the girl went to fetch the food. “You can relax around her, Zee. She’s not going to judge you. She’s just started to heal from starvation and abuse herself.”

Irius was laying out all the stops to ensure their comfort, and he nodded his head to the young girl. “Thank you Iris, It’s much appreciated. Have you yourself eaten?” the days of her starvation were slowly falling behind her, but the Warlord could be relentless in making sure those that were his were cared for. “Also, Iris…” no, he needed to direct that at Zee. He turned from the slave to his Wife. “She’s a healer, I was hoping you would let her look you over before you sleep.” He wanted Zee cared for and pampered, but where was the line between comfort and smothering? Hopefully the two of them could find it together. He didn't want to leave her alone. He couldn’t. He would hover over her himself until the end of time, but he was exhausted and battered himself.

"Sirius Fatalis"