Isabella twitched upon his words. She watched his expression, the way he looked away from her and felt a knot grow in her throat. "I..." She began, but paused in a bit of shock when she saw what magics he controlled. She could have guessed he would know some sort of miracles, being a knight, but somehow from his previous slightly dark visage she had hid away any expectations of such.<br/><br/>As the pain faded away she was able to feel herself become flustered slightly. She had noticed him staring off at her, and the young woman had never even came close as to have such attention in her life be placed upon her. It was confusing and a bit overwhelming, having been given slight warnings of men from a being that had seen the world much longer than most others had. She did not need to fear the exact things that it had detailed out to her when the Undead curse rose up, as those that would once be villains only now thirsted for souls. Before one whom seemed to have some sort of sanity however, things were no longer as simple. She sought to cover herself up as soon as he decided she was well enough to do so, though yet another fear prompted her to speak.<br/><br/>"... Don't tell anyone." She asked, her eyes widening slightly with realization that he was the only one whom could comprehend the extent of her secret; The fact that had slayed her Mother and threatened her life too.