Isaiah wore a slightly surprised look, but other than that, he didn't say anything. Renaldo waited patiently as Fredrick patched Isaiah up. Occasionally, the pain was too much and Isaiah let out a hissing noise. He didn't scream, and he didn't cry. Assassins weren't supposed to do that. But it hurt like hell and he had to do something.<br/><br/>Even as Fredrick was finishing dressing the wounds they were beginning to blister; wet and painful things that wouldn't heal easily. "Remind me to stay out of burning buildings from now on," he said tightly. When all the bandages were on, Renaldo asked for some alone time and Fredrick, hesitantly, obliged.<br/><br/>Isaiah gave a slight laugh and winced. He'd have to not make any sudden breathing motions for a while. "I am incredibly lucky," he said. "The girl trying to kill me seemed more concerned with answers than with the kill. She managed to drug me and everything, and I'm sure she would have killed me, but then the bar caught fire. She left, but it took me a bit to get out, and that's how this happened," he nodded his head toward his injury, but didn't want to move his arm.<br/><br/>There was the briefest moment of silence and something like realization filled Isaiah's eyes. Even though it brought him pain, he laughed. "I knew I'd heard that name before. Oh that's hilarious!" He calmed his laughter and managed to look at Renaldo, "Renaldo<span style="font-style: italic">Mancini</span>, yes? I think I met your sister." He was still inches from laughter. He wasn't sure why it was so funny to him, but the idea of one sibling being an Assassin and the other a Templar just struck a chord with him.