It hadn't really occurred to her that he could be considered a 'bad' kidnapper. After all, she hadn't witnessed anyone better. She simply arched a brow, rubbing her wrists gently. "You act as if there were people before you that have done a 'better' job at kidnapping me..." Isa mused, giving a small smile at him. "I wouldn't think that, after successfully taking me, you would think it was a failure..." At that thought, she wondered if her men had even noticed her absence. Probably, since she would have had some kind of decree to write or something along those lines.<br/><br/>"You know..." she said softly, glancing over at him once she had gotten her food, a bit curious on how she was supposed to eat without a spoon. She figured it out pretty quick. "It's... been many moons since I last ate with anyone... My mother.... she was ill from heartbreak after my father died.... only now did we bury her..." She took a sad sip of her stew, looking at her dull reflection in the broth.