Christian
It had been a few days, or weeks, since Zed left for his job and hadn't arrived yet. This worried Isabelle almost every day that she spent alone, mainly because she didn't know how to manage very well alone, at least in the part of being safe. She still hadn't learned any way to defend herself if she needed to, she only knew tasks that a slave should normally know.

Anyway, nothing very bad happened to her in those days alone in the middle of the forest. The fae spent that time in the camp that Zed had set up among some trees, watching animals and nature during the day and sleeping at night. Sometimes she tried to study a little of the place around, and she bathed in a waterfall nearby, and she also read her book that would not leave her hands. She might as well have run away from that place, but it seemed that the longer she stood by Zed, the more she trusted and needed him. As if his presence was a necessity. Maybe for that reason she stayed in the camp, and well, the man wasn't even as bad as she thought the first time she saw him.

Today Isabelle was trying to adapt her dress to the hot climate that was recently, making two tears where her thighs are and turning them into slits. Her coat she was wearing over it was wet after she washed it at the waterfall, so she hung it over the branch of a small tree, as it was not tall enough to put it in a better place. The girl had her hair tied, her delicate wavy curls that formed near the ends fell gently on her back and shoulders. While sewing and adapting her dress, she was only wearing a top that she had made for herself and her underwear. *After all, no one would be there, would they?*
Michelle
*God, he was late.*

*He hadn't quite realized that maybe going to Silnaria from Irunia wasn't exactly the best choice in terms of time. He had to steal several horses in order to make it back this quickly.*

*Was it worth it? Quite possibly. He had the chance to see that basically abandoned castle erupt in flames, alongside his good buddy Hitoshi. Though what had happened to _her_ was still unknown. He had seen the unconscious mage, who seemed to have held her own against the guards. The two titans though, were nowhere to be seen. Which, frankly, was quite odd. They had probably gotten themselves captured, like the big, lumbering oafs that they were.*

*What was really beneficial about this was the _power_. He could feel the shadow magic coursing through his veins, giving him some brand new tendrils to work with. A new set of flexible, magical mail was also received, which wouldn't hinder him nearly as much as the old armor.*

*However, none of these benefits could really compare to seeing Isabelle again.*

*His footsteps, which normally would be heard throughout the forest, were nearly silent as he rushed through the forest. He was close, judging by the claw marks that he had put there using a dagger.*

*What he wasn't expecting though, was for Isabelle's current attire. She was barely wearing _anything_, just enough to cover herself up.*

"I appreciate the tease, Isabelle, but really there's much better clothing options."
Christian
She continued to perfect the slits in her dress, until a voice spoke not far from her. It took Isabelle a few seconds to realize the situation and whose voice belonged, her heart stopping in that moment. *'Z-Z-Z-Z-Ze-Zed...'* She thought, unable to speak at the moment but shivering a little from dropping the dress on the fallen tree trunk she was sitting on. She soon looked at Zed who could see her face turning completely red.

"I-I-I... I thought you would come back later... And don't look at me like that!"

Isabelle then turned again and took her dress, putting it on in a hurry so that the man would not see her in that situation any more. When it was over, she turned to him with shyness and shame, her face still red from being seen practically without clothes. Her tattoos on her arm shone as soon as sunlight invaded the leaves of the trees, as did her silvery lilac hair. Zed could see that her dress was slightly different, with a slit in each leg that made it easier for her to walk without tripping, although it exposed her skin. Her gladiator sandals came up just after the knees, and were tied with a perfect bow. Still a little shy, her voice a little low and shaky, she looked away and started to speak.

"I-I was starting to think you lost me. I'm glad you're back."
Michelle
"Don't worry, I won't look."

*The assassin places a hand over his face, smiling as he sees Isabelle turn beet red. His fingers do separate though. He just couldn't pass up this opportunity, seeing the embarrassed Fae rush to get her dress back on. When she's done, he removes his hand, giving her a nod of approval. Though, there seemed to be two slits cut into it. It would allow for better movement, _and also to see the area more easily-_*

*Wait, no, not that. Better movement.*

*He would also take notice of her golden tattoos, the color of the sunlight shining on them. It would remind Zed of his own, though they contrasted greatly, a jet black, containing the pure essence of shadow magic.*

*Zed moves closer to Isabelle, giving her a warm embrace. It's been nearly; no, it _has_ been a month, and she's most likely been scared during that time. She needed someone. And to be honest, he felt a lot better with the close contact as well.*

"I did too. Just know that when I said I'll be back, I meant it. I keep my word."

*That was a lie.*

"For you, at least."
Christian
When she felt the man's arms around her in an embrace, Isabelle continued with the red color on her face, slowly accepting his gesture and hugged him back. Physical contact with people was something the Fae didn't like very much, but she felt comfortable when it was Zed, after all, with the time they were together she had already started to trust him. She had a sweet little smile on her lips as she started to speak.

"If you say so, then I believe. Oh, look what I found near the waterfall."

Breaking their embrace by removing their arms from around Zed, Isabelle went over to where she was just sitting and picked up something from the floor with all the care in the world. As she approached again, Zed could see that she was holding a beautiful flower with shades of lilac and white which held an almost magical aura. Isabelle's small hands held the flower gently, and an expression of animation was shown on the girl's face.