No more apologies

Having things wasn't the issue with the woman. She had no real need for a plethora of belongings. It was what the coat signified that was important. The fur was the embodiment of the apology that Sirius had given her. That was what meant something. He had shown her vulnerability and that he was capable of admitting when he was wrong. With that gift, he had become more than a pompous, pig-headed bastard. It let her know that, even in his worst moments, he was capable of being better.

Sirius seemed to appreciate her joke and a grin spread on the fae's maw. He even playfully batted at her paw, which she found amusing. The conversation shifted to talking about the Battlefield and the warlord laid out its purpose. Isa made a contemplative sound in her throat and shrugged. "I doubt I'd do well in such a place." Stepping to the side, the icy fae bumped her shoulder against him. "Good thing I have such a giant man to protect me, eh?" Though Isa was working on her fighting skills, it wasn't something that she sought out or enjoyed. They were just skills in case she needed them.

"Isa"