They weren't a picture perfect family. They certainly had their difficulties but they had been together, an effort had been made even by Soliloquy himself. Here he was a man who never thought he would make a decent father and yet had fought for his children, he may have lost but he had tried rather than simply walking away. That fact should have been a pleasant surprise, a twist that none could have really expected and yet he was certainly feeling a little down in the dumps.
Isolde would understand he didn't want to talk. Soliloquy had always felt that words were never his strongest point and even now actions would fail him. Isolde would stay by him now though, still press herself against him and comfort him as best as she could. He would give into that contact, relaxing slightly into her touch though no words would be spoken and he still wouldn't look at her, leaving his head resting on top of hers.
