A matter of pride

Because she did everything that the healers told her to do, Isa's broken body was healing quickly. She pushed herself probably a bit more than she was supposed to, being the industrious sort. It wasn't in her to just sit still. She liked to be doing things. For example, the child, Andromeda, had supplied her with extra furs for the sake of her comfort. Isa took one of those furs and turned it into a cushion for the child as thanks. She had yet to give the cushion to the girl, but she hoped that Andromeda would pay her another visit soon.

Much to her chagrin, her next visitor wasn't the sweet child. Instead it was the salty, blustery brute, Sirius. He addressed her by the title that he gave her and the blue fae smiled sweetly. "Hello, how are you? Feeling fine today? Oh, that's lovely. I'm also doing well, thank you for asking." Her tones were sweet, but they dripped with the sarcasm that she'd come to use exclusively in his presence. The man was terribly inconsiderate.

Sirius called her to his side like a common dog and exited the den. Isa blinked after him, gave a little shrug and continued her stretching regimen. She had almost been done anyway. A few minutes later, the woman joined the giant jerk outside, inhaling deeply of the crisp air which was followed by an appreciative, exaggerated exhale. "Ahhhhhh... And what would you have of me this day, my lord?" A title that should have been one of respect and reverence was, in this case, spoken as a joke from the silver tongued woman.

"Isa"