old dogs and new tricks

Deathbelle was slowly getting used to being cared for by Iolaire. The scars were obvious, and for that she was apologetic, but those feelings only perpetuated the cycle. Iolaire was gentle and patient with her as she regained confidence in herself and the rest of the world. She knew in her sad broken heart that Iolaire only wanted the best for her. Trusting her was easier than anyone else.

Life seemed to return to her after the short time that Iolaire returned to her. Subtly at first, but everyday the light seemed to grow brighter. She was far from the woman that she had once been, but she was no longer lingering at rock bottom. The aging and broken woman was safe, she didn’t have to worry about trying to catch her next meal, and she had someone to love and care for her. There wasn’t much more Deathbelle could ask for when it came to trying to recover from what she had been put through.

Being alone was somewhat rare now, she’d been like this for so long it was counterintuitive to be on her own now. However, the silence and solitude helped her to work through her thoughts. To prove that even if she took a walk alone, Iolaire would still be there when she returned. That was what she was out doing now, taking a little walk in the grove. Trying to get what muscle tone she could get back as she was reinvigorated from the ground up.