Paused when Isabella apologized, his brow furrowing in deep concentration as he looked up before him, seemingly at nothing but air. “I’m sorry.” He softly whispered as he stared at the disfigured woman before him, perhaps no older than 16. His chin lowered as bark chipped, scattering onto the ground in several locations from the power slash of the blade.<br/><br/>The male simply nodded, his steps once more slow, seemingly struggling to lift his boots as he turned back toward the ‘East’, listening to her plan. “Alright, Stay close to me, Isabella.” Like his movements, his words came out slowly seemingly concentration on each word with her name having the most difficulty. However, his voice held sincerity, and he’d pause for a moment until she was by his side before he moved any further.<br/><br/>They’d been walking for twenty minutes, the biting wind unyielding each time it passed, carrying the same unearthly chill even with the sun fully above the horizon. While cloudly, patches of the blue sky could be seen, letting light shine through in beautiful columns.<br/><br/>Sure enough they’d find themselves in a familiar location, broken twigs at their feet with a nearby tree scarred by the wicked blade. “What do we do now?” He sighed deeply, his focus resting on the marking in deep frustration. The wind had picked up, the rustling of leaves breaking the silence as the bare branches of the dying tree groaned before them, near the one she had marked.