Joe
*About...8, 10 miles? Shouldn't take more than a day, unless Isabelle's feet start to hurt.*

"Huh? Dislike elves?"

*Oh yeah, she's a Fae. She could be mistaken for one, but didn't have quite to complexion. It wouldn't make sense for a high elf to be a slave.*

"Ah, no. Just the high elves. Dark elves, steppe elves, wood elves and Fae I'm perfectly fine with. It's just the high elves. Always so high and haughty. They also like slaves."

*To be honest, Zed didn't like Irunia too much. Reminded him of when he was held back by the Salamander clan and Hitoshi. Though, Hitoshi... His face becomes a smile as he remembers what happened to his former acquaintance.*
Janita
"Oh, okay..."

Isabelle held the book in both hands, holding it to her chest as she watched the place around them. Her world seems to have turned upside down in the past few days. She thought that her freedom was finally coming, but it ended up being taken from her again. Well, at least that's what a part of her thought. The fae was not sure what would happen from there, but for some reason, she was starting to trust macen more. She turned back to Zed and continued to hold her book, her wavy hair falling slightly over her shoulders and arms.

"Sir Zed, what do you plan to do with me? You could have given it to me and made a lot of money from it."

She certainly didn't want him to take her back, but at least she wanted to know if her life would be the same as before, but with a new owner. Her grips on the book tightened a little, with a little fear of the answer he would give her.
Joe
*He still wasn't sure. Why take care of her? An assassin, a criminal, thief, a master of shadows, taking care of an escaped slave. One who wishes for power above all, sacrifices potentially a thousand gold for one person.*

*Aaannndd she speaks his thoughts aloud. As soon as she asks about why he hasn't sold her. He stops mid step, his foot swinging into the air before coming back and landing on the ground. His expression changes, looking like he has to make a difficult decision.*

"....Well..."

*Well fuck. What should he do now? Tell her the truth, that he cares for her? Or keep her in the dark? His hesitation was obvious, the first time he's shown someone it.*
Janita
"Uh, sir Zed? Y-You don't need to answer it... I shouldn't have asked you about it..."

Isabelle lowers her head and looks at the ground with an expression of a little sadness, soon disappearing into a emotionless one. That was how she always stayed close to her master, without giving her opinion or asking many questions. It seems that her life would not change. Her hands were shaking a little as she waited for her punishment for being so nosy, without her new owner asking or allowing her. The crown on her forehead falls slightly along with her hair, her small body trembling and shrinking for a moment.

"I'm sorry for my inconvenience, master."

Regardless of Zed's real intentions, Isabelle was still used to the world she lived in all her life. Having to obey each command, not speaking when not allowed, without questions, without freedom...
Joe
*It seems like Isabelle seemed still timid. Insecure, still holding onto others. Great. This will be tough...*

*No, wait. This is good. He has basically complete control over her, it looks like. The way she apologizes for the most trivial things, calling him 'master'. From under his hood, Isabelle would be able to see the curl of a smile, if she chose to look.*

*Zed would use a hand to move her small crown back into place, then resting on her shoulder briefly.*

"You can just call me Zed. I'm not a slave owner."

*The assassin would then give her a grin. It would be best to have her favor him, if he wanted control.*
Janita
Isabelle would look up when she felt the man's hand on her shoulder. *'Isn't he mad that I asked him a question? But...'*She thought for a moment, her expression showing a bit of happiness as she looked at him. Her lips slowly formed a little smile for him, her grip on the book relaxing a bit.

"Okay, mas- Zed."

The fae returned to holding the book with only her left hand, the other free hand tidying up her dress, which was slightly wrinkled because of their journey through the woods.
Joe
*Aw. Cute. Almost like a small kitten. Still not used to the world, getting accustomed to life.*

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

*Now, the problem was if Isabelle could walk for so long. She didn't seem like the type of person to hike long distances.*

"Do you think you can walk about 8 to 10 miles?"
Janita
"Uh? Well, I can try..."

Isabelle did not want to be a burden to Zed, and she would do anything not to disturb him. If it was necessary to walk such a long distance, she would find a way to do this. That's when she had an idea. She could go floating with her wings! The tattoos on her arm glowed slightly, and a few moments later, large lilac fairy wings with some golden details appeared on her back. They were larger than the Fae itself, but had a unique beauty and moved gracefully. Then, Isabelle's feet slowly lifted off the ground while her wings flapped gently, making her only a few inches off the ground. She looked a little embarrassed and ended up looking away from Zed.

"I-I can go floating..."