Peace Offering

The tray was pushed towards her and Sirius strongly hinted that he wanted her to eat as well. His words brought a soft scoff and the fae reached out to take another piece of the steaming seasoned fish. "One thing you'll learn about me, mister Warlord, is that while I'm cooking, I'm usually snacking." The resting fae patted the side of her pale stomach. "Have to make sure that everything is fresh and tasty. Besides," the woman took one of the oysters and slid it into her maw, "A big thing like you should be... bigger." Isa had noticed that Sirius looked a little thin. Knowing what she knew, the woman imagined that it may have been grief that made him thin. Without asking though, she wouldn't know for sure.

"This is quite a lovely pack," the fae observed, her blue glass eyes roaming around the clearing where the fire crackled. "Everyone has been incredibly kind." Isa's gaze narrowed for the barest of moments as she stared at Sirius. "For the most part." She just had to pick at him.

"Isa"