This conversation would certainly go down as one of his least favourite conversations with Isolde he was sure. It had reached and end of sorts now it seemed though certainly still not a happy one. Life by no means had gone back to how it had before and still showed no signs of definitely reaching that spot. They would go home together though and whilst it was only for warmth the contact as they travelled, it still reminded him of their first meeting. He was tempted to nuzzle her or show some sign of affection there and then though his earlier attempt and her tone would keep him from trying. Apparently there was a brain in Soliloquy's skull after all.
