Isabella stared up at him with worry as he gripped onto her shoulder, whispering down at her horrors that she didn't want to believe at all, and was much more comfortable thinking he was simply unwell.<br/><br/>"What voice..." She asked quietly, though there was a hint of suspicion growing in her when she too looked about at the strange fog, blowing breeze, and unchanging surroundings.<br/><br/>"... What do we do?" She asked warily, turning back up at him with a bite of her lip. If this was some sort of spell, she was certainly not versed in how to get out of it. Illusions and such were not her fancy, even magic by itself was something she was only beginning to understand and work around.<br/><br/>"Can we run? Do you know any miracles?" She asked readily, starting to fumble about her leather as she tried to search for something that may help them. "I don't have any dispelling tools..." She muttered with discontent, looking back up at him with growing concern. "I don't know what to do to help..." Her voice trailed, staring into his wandering violet eyes as they gazed off at the direction they had came from.