Don't Be Shy

How long had it been since she and the Warlord had decided that they hated one another? The giant man didn't come to see her and she didn't mind. He annoyed the hell out of her and she seemed to have the same effect on him. Pity that she owed him a debt and had no choice but to interact with him. Why couldn't her savior have been someone that was a little less uncouth? Just her luck, she guessed.

As Isa mulled over her current position, movement caught her attention and she looked towards the doorway to see a pretty young girl entering. The child approached her and Isa smiled, ears perking as the girl spoke. She'd brought her things to make her more comfortable? That was very sweet. "Well thank you, sweet one." Isa pulled herself up to a seated position which wasn't terribly easy with one foreleg splinted and bandaged and one hip damaged and sore, but she managed.

Once she was up, Isa fixed her gaze on the child once more. "My name is Isa," she informed the pup in her soft, exotic tones. "And what should I call you, pretty one?" The girl's coloring was very handsome and it sent a wistful pang through Isa's heart. Would her own children have grown to be so lovely?

"Isa"