Isa's eyes widened, mouth open from surprise. He was... letting her go? Even after all that? As comforting as that was, she felt... sad. How could that be? She looked down sadly. "It wouldn't matter..." she muttered, "With my mother gone, the only way for my kingdom to be alright is for me to marry.... Before you came, I was to marry the King of Galcimia... Even if you take me back, it would be just the same. Being trapped inside the castle walls again, nothing to greet me but a man I've never met as my lover..." Her voice was soft as she looked at the hoof-trodden dirt.<br/><br/>As they rode into town, Isa noticed something odd. Many people, mostly men, stared at the two of them as they rode in. A few who had their wives nearby got their heads whacked and were promptly dragged into the house. "They're all... staring..." she muttered, brow creasing with confusion. It wasn't very apparent to her that she was one of the prettiest women many in the village had ever seen. She smiled and thanked Sher when he helped her down. "Sheridan... Is there something wrong with me? Everyone keeps staring..." The look on her face showed legitimate concern.