Here To Stay, Boyo.

Belle walked quietly beside her and Io was glad to see a smile on the woman's face as they neared the castle. She deserved to smile. It had been a hard road for both of them. They had both suffered during their time apart. The little fae could only hope that their time together would make them whole again.

Having wasted little time, the black and blue form of Artorias soon approached. The man spoke to her in her native tongue and the older fae grinned and nodded. It was good to hear the language after all this time and she was glad that her younger siblings had taken the time to learn it. Their mother would have been proud. Io surely was.

Art asked after Belle and Io nodded, motioning to the woman with one paw. "This is Deathbelle Klein," she began, wondering if the man might know the name. "She is a dear friend, former lover, probably future lover." If anyone knew anything about Iolaire, it was that she wasn't shy. "Life hasn't been kind to either of us and we're ready to just be happy and at peace for the rest of our days. We're both kind of old, you know." The tri-color fae chuckled, her green and gold gaze glancing upon Deathbelle with affection.

"We're both wise, masters of our crafts. I wouldn't mind teaching any and all who care to learn healing or crafting in compensation for a place to rest and lay our heads until our time runs out." Dark ears perked and Iolaire fixed Artorias with her piercing gaze, hoping that the man would catch her drift and offer the old women a home. As for healing, Deathbelle could answer that query for herself. Io could care for Belle on her own, or the woman could be taken to the infirmary if she believed that she had a malady that needed attending to.

"Io"