Feeling her shoulders drop slowly, her eyes gave a slow close before they quickly opened again, and her hands reached slowly to where she had placed the small string of stretching fabric. She lifted it up and began to tie the base of her braid, throwing it behind her. Her hair was slightly layered, so the bangs she had tried to brush back were not at all a part of her styling and instead lay neatly against her her head and sides, causing her to have to brush some behind her ear as she contemplated his question.<br/><br/>"I had to try, even if I had no one." She spoke quietly, her voice holding a bit of pain behind her tone. "Who else was there? As everyone loses their minds, they are lost to this curse. My Mother is gone because of the fear of this curse. I can't let that go, or else it means she died for nothing."<br/><br/>She looked back up at him, more determined this time with her confidence. "I will find the fountain, or join my Mother and the rest of my kind trying. At least if I try, I have a small chance of succeeding, even if it is alone. If I can succeed, it means that I may be able to ease a lot of pain, and prevent further pain from spreading."<br/><br/>Isabella then gritted her teeth a bit, nodding to herself in admittance. "Perhaps if I had been Undead myself, it would have been an easier journey. We are a long and eternal species, but once we are gone that is it. Our souls are something that cannot be lit again once extinguished, and I realize this. Still, I am what I am and I cannot let that control me."<br/><br/>With this she fell silent, knowing she had said all she could on the matter. "My Mother has told me many tales and Legends, but this was not one of them. She made it clear to me as a solution, and I trust her words more than anything else."