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She nodded at Aeron's answer, 'Warriors should not have insecurities'. Aeron was not a warrior, no she was too insecure for that, but she was not a mother either. She had admitted that latter fact herself. Io was both, she was unattatched, self loving, excetra. All the things warriors should be, well at least in her eyes. But then she could change and nurse anything that pulled at her heartstrings. Sometimes the abrupt change startled even her, but usually she ignored this. Io didn't take much stock in probing her own mind when others were much more interesting.
She disgarded of the cigarette butt, after taking a final large drag from it. As Aeron spoke she considered her answer, letting her hand rest on her stomach. 'I want what we have now'. It was perfect in Io's mind, the whole leniency of it all. Io had never been one for set rules so this was something she prefered to engage in. But none the less what she considered her relationship was, was indeed mateship. 'Why?' she asked after a moment of silence, 'Are you not happy?' She pursed her lips, a frown harrowed her face.
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