Peace Offering

Sirius insisted that she would tell him of mistreatment and Isa just smiled. She didn't have to respond. He would know what she was thinking. He then mentioned the poison and Isa released a soft laugh, a genuine laugh. "Shucks. I'll have to try harder next time then, won't I?" She almost threw his rank back at him and said that it would be bettering herself to try again, but decided to just leave it at that.

Once the brute rose and said that he was finished with the meal, Isa frowned, her brows drawing together again. "I could make your children a fresh meal. They don't need to eat your leftovers." The woman pointed at him, "Which there shouldn't be any of, by the way." With his size, he should have had no problem eating the portion that she'd laid out for him.

Once Sirius threw the log on the fire, Isa noticed that he appeared a little antsy. His expression, though never friendly, seemed to have shifted into a scowl. Never being one to beat around the bush, the blue woman seated herself and asked straight out, "What's bothering you?" They may not have liked one another, but Isa was willing to help if she could.

"Isa"