Small comforts

The Warlord smirked at Zee’s soft protest. He finished his food and pushed the meal lightly to the side. “Please, you're still young, love.” The endearment split out with his amusement. He had to admit, sometimes he looked old, and perhaps she was wearing her age more so these last six months, but she would recover from it. He knew she would. She would bounce back, and have so very many years left in her life to enjoy. He would not lose her again. He gave a nod of assent to Iris as she called his Wife by what she preferred - her name.

“Yes. Self defence is the best way others can protect themselves. I will not have any of my wolves vulnerable, Zee.” He said softly. There was a challenge in the steady blue gaze he leveled at her. He would give her some time to recover, to find her feet again. But he would ensure she had her strength, and her confidence back. The best way he knew how was through proving to oneself that you were strong enough.

“So far, it's just been the forms, getting the strength to the right places, but she’s determined.” He explained to Zee. Iris’s quick agreement told him she appreciated the learning.


"Sirius Fatalis"