Michelle
*What Isabelle reveals to him is one of the most beautiful flowers he's ever seen. Not that he's seen many at all. The colors matched the Fae perfectly...*

*Delicately, he picks up the flower by where the petals met the stem. Carefully, he places it in Isabelle's hair, nesting it carefully.*

"I think it looks better on you."

*The flower, Isabelle, could be a message. Zed has searched for power for so long in his life that he had forgotten to sometimes enjoy the little things in life. Sure, he could appreciate a fine meal, but he never really took time to stop and smell the roses. Or in this case, lilacs. At least that's what he thinks they are. He's not a botanist.*

"You're ok right? Enough food, water, sleep?"
Christian
Again doing something like that, like he did it on purpose. But somehow, it didn't bother her, her heart always beat faster when he did something like that or came close to her. It was an inexplicable feeling for her, that despite being embarrassed and shy when he approached, Zed's presence made her happier. Isabelle's face was red from the man's comment about the flower, but she offered him a shy smile anyway.

"Thank you, Zed."

Looking at him, what needed her to lift her head to get his face right, Isabelle looked at Zed with a somewhat cute concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. I got water near here, and I always went to sleep after checking that no one was around." She paused for a moment, looking him up and down. "But I should be asking you that too! Did you get hurt? Did you get to eat there? And rested? Oh, did you bath?"
Michelle
"Glad to hear that you're ok. I'm fine. Decent food, enough rest, and the job went well. No injuries there. And, well, last time I did was about a week ago? There was this *Beautiful* Girl there-I'm kidding about that last part, don't worry."

*As Zed teases Isabelle with that last part, his hand would rub her shoulder, just as assurance.*

"Let me just get all this gear off."

*And he soon reveals a multitude of tools. 4 hook swords, 4 rondel daggers with a seemingly hollow, conical handle, a bow and quiver, and a set of heavy chainmail. It's blackened and looks like it takes up a lot more space than it normally should, yet Zed takes it off as if it were linen.*

"You don't know how to shoot, yet you have a bow, right? Would you like me to teach you?"
Christian
Isabelle listened carefully to what Zed had to say until he commented on his bath, which made her frown slightly and look with a more serious look in her eyes. Soon that expression faded with the man's explanation, even looking like she was relieved that it was a joke. With a smile and a nod, Isabelle stepped away from him a little so he could remove all his gear and be more comfortable.

She watched him take off his armor, using that time to see better what he looked like and what he carried with him. Something seemed to be different about him, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was. When he was finished, Isabelle thought for a moment before answering his question.

"Well, I think it would be good to learn to shoot. E-Especially with s-someone like y-you."

She looked away a little sheepishly, her cheeks being painted a faint shade of pink. Isabelle didn't understand why she still had shyness when talking to Zed, it didn't make much sense since the two had known each other long enough. But although the man spent a month on a job, then perhaps it was normal to have such a reaction.