Ailill embodies nearly everything that Siobhan finds good in this world. He is the color of sunshine and warmth, and he radiates his good nature even in the face of matters that most would consider dark. She has come to rely on him to be the grounding pole of her wayward heart as each stage of the grieving process left her feeling less and less like herself. He always managed to bring her back, his presence a gentle reminder of the things that she held dear and the person that she wanted to be.

And yet, as much as she believes in his goodness, she stands terrified of his rejection. It's as though someone reached into her very essence and ripped out what remained of her light and proffered it to the golden stallion in the vague hope that he would return the depth of her feeling. She knows already that he cares for her, they had confessed as much before they had joined together in that tender moment, but to care for and to love someone were different.

Her amber gaze remains fixated on him, trying to read the truth of his reaction even before he turns it into words. Relief floods her at the happiness therein, but it is not enough to entirely override the part of her that grieves for what she has lost. This admission feels as though she were ripping a part of herself away so that she could discard it in a wastebasket, never to be seen again. And while she wants to be done with Bjorn, because her heart wants to be done with this pain, she knows it will not be an easy process. She will still see him in the shadows, still look for him on the shoreline as she walks. She knows she will do what she can to reduce the influence he has on her, out of respect for the stallion she now binds herself to, but she also knows that it will not be easy.

His admission leads her eyes to close slowly in relief, but she cannot bear to keep them closed and to hide his face from her gaze. A smile, more genuine than the others, spreads across her lips as he reaches out to touch her and a soft exhalation ghosts across his cheek as she stretches to do the same. Siobhan is not sure that she believes his affirmations of herself, but she does not voice her doubts. The knowledge that he loved her was enough to soothe much of the hurt that had coalesced into a tight ball in her throat. Eagerly she returned his affection, leaning the subtle arch of her neck against his so that she could bury her face in the pale strands of his mane once more.

Siobhan sighs against him gently, doing her best to let some of the relief cascade through her body, but she cannot help but giggle softly at his comment on her selfishness. She does not know what she has done in her life to come across someone so wonderful and well and truly does not believe that she deserves it, but Siobhan is no fool. She will not turn him down if he is willing to put up with the broken parts of her.

"Then I am yours," she presses a soft smile into his shoulder, ignoring the way her chest felt tight at the finality she could sense in her own purpose. "For as long as you'll have me."

OOC: It is up you if you want to continue this thread or doing another one backdated before the fight? We can end this one too and just wait for her to be home, as I'm certain she will be doing everything she can to get back. <3 <3 <3