As the pair walked out of the training area, Sirius seemed to pull her bear skin cloak from nowhere. It was sparkling clean once more and, as he settled it around her shoulders, she could smell whatever herbed soaps had been used. The man's words met dark ears and Isa erupted into bell-like laughter, her blue eyes closing with mirth. "You get my undying gratitude, good sir." One paw raised and twisted in the air with a flourish. "Respect, admiration... what more could a gentleman ask for?" The fae's icy eyes glinted mischievously. To imply that he needed more would be admitting that he wasn't a gentleman at all. She wasn't sure if he wanted to be a gentleman or a cad.
Surprisingly, Sirius led her back to the path that led up to First Light Point. One brow arched in question, but she remained quiet, simply following wherever he would lead. On the wind she could smell rain. It was a lovely smell and Isa made a small sound of pleasure in her throat. At this rate, they might very well be caught in the rain. She'd have to wash her cloak again, but Isa wouldn't mind getting a little wet. Not at all.
