Had slid over just enough to give Isabella the room she needed to sit down, though his form still lightly touched hers. Using his dagger and a finger, he’d slip the blade beneath the fish, balancing it with his finger before flipping it over, then doing so with the other. As she eyed the fire, he’d look to her, the golden glow of the flame causing her silver eyes to glow brightly, as if she were some enchanting fairy, she may as well should have been. “Isalisk... that is a beautiful name, perhaps I prefer such more, for it is the name given to you at birth.<br/><br/>He grinned at this, looking back to the fire as Isabella began prodding it, causing the bark to pop lightly into tiny embers. “On your back...” He’d softly begin, glancing at her for a moment before looking back to the fire. “What makes you inhuman only seems to add to your beauty… if our world had been different before the curse, your kind would have been praised, rulers even.” He’d bite the inside of his lip at this, guilt slowly rising at the thoughts of such.<br/><br/>Sighing lightly, he’d turn to take a handful of mushrooms, dropping a few close to the fish to let it roast along with them. “Perhaps that’s what we were so afraid of.” There was regret in his voice, his head turned to her but his gaze lowered to her hands as she played with the flames.