Isabella hurried on over, holding up all the mushrooms in her arms before she settled them down besides Aluren, walking back to quickly scoop up the outer layers of her leather wears before she settled them down and sat near him. She gave him an eager smile, then looking down at the fish in thought as she watched them cook. The smell was indeed nice, but having an iron stomach meant that a lot of things most humans did not fancy in fact smelt delicious to her. It was this bestial truth that she kept well hidden, else she arouse suspicion among those she had met in her travels; The fewer and fewer she had met, since the curse decided to pick up.<br/><br/>At the caw of the crow, she too would glance up and look about. Isabella had a bit of a suspicion about that specific bird now as well, not looking forward to being trapped in another foggy illusion anytime soon.<br/><br/>"Isalisk was what my Mother named me." She explained idly and randomly, fiddling around with one of the mushrooms before tossing it back into the small pile she had made. "She told me to pick a human name that would better suit me in case I met others, so I picked Isabella." She shrugged after that, smiling off at him. "I consider them both my names, you can choose what you like more. Isabella is easier to say, for sure, and perhaps a bit more familiar." With that she picked up a stick and started to poke at the fire, though in a more childish fashion than a productive one. She would send occasional glances up at him from now and then, admiring his looks like a young child might - If only that she was so innocent, any other way would send her into a blushing frenzy.