Joe
"That's good to-"

*The assassin suddenly pauses as he spots Isabelle's arm tattoos glow. He would immediately step back, turning towards her. Was she planning to escape? As he sees the wings unfurl, he relaxes. The fact that she would do what he says was set in stone. She wouldn't be able to go on her own. It would also certainly help her feet.*

"That's convenient."
Janita
Isabelle nodded at Zed, a small smile forming on her lips as a slight shade of red painted her cheeks. She then floated closer to him, holding her book in one hand while the rest of her body relaxed a little. That was a relief for her feet, which were already starting to hurt, but which she chose not to tell Zed.

"We should start moving again, right?"

She raised her eyebrow with an expression that seemed to show animation, different from the expression just now. If she was going to have to be with him, then it was better not to have a sad expression on her face. The truth was, little by little, her confidence and trust was being won by the Macen, and maybe something more than that.
Joe
"Of course. Want anything when we get there?"

*Zed would begin to walk once again, now quite comfortable with Isabelle. So cute, so obedient, almost _too_ obedient. It seems like she wouldn't do anything without anyone asking. Hell, she didn't even choose to unfurl her wings until Zed asked her about her feet. It would be a pain to work with. Hopefully he could change that.*

*Wait, change it? Isn't that what he wants though? To control them?*
Janita
"I- Uhhh... I would like to eat something..."

Isabelle followed Zed as he walked, her wings flapping gently as she floated. She preferred to not ask many things to the Macen, as she still thought she was just a slave and didn't have the rights to ask things for others. While she floated, Isabelle kept herself near Zed, sometimes floating around him to analyze his appearance and expressions.
Joe
"Anything in particular? I can get it for you once we arrive."

*The Macen would look to her with a smile, calm and collected. As if they were going to get some groceries, or pick something up from the blacksmith. Treating it as everyday life, almost.*

"Don't worry about the cost. I'll take care of it."
Janita
"It was something that I watched my owner's daughters eat. Meat, potatoes a delicious sauce. I-I always wanted to eat... But the employees, as important as they were, could not have the same meals as the owners."

Isabelle gently put her feet on the floor and picked up momentum, floating a little higher, which made her stay the same height as Zed. She was not so close to him so that her wings would not disturb him because of its size.