Whistful

Noticing the sullen mood of her Warlord, Isa did a little sneak and follow. The cerulean fae crept up the winding path to First Light Point, also feeling the burn in her old muscles. She was too chipper to admit it though. Too proud. Sore muscles wouldn't kill her and they weren't the end of the world, so, to Isa, they weren't worth mentioning.

As Sirius moved to sit and apparently reflect, Isa moved to sit beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sliding down to lay on her belly next to the big man. She stayed silent, simply curling up in a little blue ball. Her side touched his flank and she stared out over the world below. Isa was simply there for love and support. If he needed to talk, she would listen. If he needed silence, she would give him that too.

"Speech"