There is no words said between them. In her mind, there really doesn't need to be. She curls close to his warmth, feeling his arms envelope her. Soon she's in deeply asleep, a contented smile on her face. She only shifts a little bit when he kisses her, but that's only a pure physical reaction. She's still solidly asleep.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Isis doesn't take well to being ignored. At first she starts with "Brother, I must speak with you." Softy, not to insistent. When she gets no answer, she tries again. "Little brother, it is important to speak with you now." A few more minutes with no answer. Finally patience her wanes. "LITTLE BROTHER, ROUSE YOURSELF AND I DON'T MEAN THE WAY YOU PROBABLY DID LAST NIGHT!"</span>