Isabella opened her eyes upon being laid down, turning to look up at the Knight a moment as she listened to his words.<br/><br/>"... The city.." She mumbled, a tad bit confused, but deciding to shake it off. This man was not well, as she had seen from the first meeting with him. She would not confuse him anymore than he already was. Upon the request to remove her armor her eyes widened a bit. This was not something she was used to in the slightest, but he had his valid points. If he was to intend to help her, the wound had to be dressed properly and looked upon for severity, and so her gloved hands regrettably raised to begin to weakly take off the clasps and ties that held the thick, dark leather on her.<br/><br/>Whether he helped her or not, eventually parts of her true nature would be revealed - The outline of small, flattened scales brought a peculiar shimmer to her pale skin, as if light glitter under the now rising moonlight. Her shape was ample and firm, toned enough to give certainty as to how she could wield the large sword she carried, though this did not take away from the smooth and soft proportions of her torso, and the fullness of her chest. She would not bother with her lower leather on her legs and the pants that she wore, for the wound was across the side of her torso and slashed along her stomach.<br/><br/>It was not deep enough to puncture organs, but it was more than deep enough that she could have bled out in a few hours time without any help, or suffered from infection. She averted her gaze from him now, her arms raised over to cover her more womanly features.