Biting her lip, Isabella slowly nodded away at his words, though she pretended he was wrong in some aspects. There<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>still beings in this world, there had to be. It was unreasonable to think otherwise, after all they were around weren't they?<br/><br/>She gave a very grateful smile as she began to cover herself up again in her leather, taking a moment to admire his work of healing. From moments of great weakness and sheering pain, to feeling right as rain once more... It was truly a miracle that he had performed.<br/><br/>"Thank you." She commented, latching up the leather bit by bit and then pulling on the strings for tightening. She noted that he still had her blade, tilting her head in curiosity. He had saved her life, so she owed him a great deal in her opinion. If it was her blade that he demanded in return for such, she would speak little of it and find herself a new one. There were plenty of hollows with swords about to borrow from, even if it wasn't the blade she had cherished for such a long time.<br/><br/>"Is there something I can call you?" She asked with a bit of concern, leaning forward though still in a seated position. She began to slowly release the braid that was her long and bluish-grey hair, hoping to fix it after freeing it of a few tangles she had acquired during the past day. The hair unraveled quickly enough, falling along her form in waves as her gloved fingers combed through it absently with a clear presence of purity about her.