No more apologies

It felt like Isa was always healing from something. By now she'd developed a healthy distaste for bears. Her shoulders and neck were healing and were still a little stiff, but she was trying to push herself, as was her way. The blue woman didn't like to sit still and she didn't like feeling useless, so as she was laid up in bed, she'd been crafting cushions from a stack of small furs. The whole Armada would be able to have a cushion by the time she was done.

Getting tired of being holed up in the mountain, Isa slid into the cloak that Sirius had given her and moved out to lay beside the blazing fire. The day was a little chilly, but it was no big deal, especially between the fire and the fur on her back. She was a little surprised when Sirius found her and asked her to come with him, but she shrugged and got to her paws, following along behind the giant man. They hadn't really spoken since he and Basilisk had come to help Andromeda and herself back from the fight with the polar bear. She was curious what he wanted, but she kept her silence in a very un-Isa-like fashion.

"Isa"