Isabella blinked tiredly as she was brought upwards, her feet coming to weak stumble. Her body slumped against the Knight's armor in a quiet, submissive state; To his tried assistance with her wound a light "Thank you.." could be heard, though she was not expecting to be carried and thus let out a half-startled gasp upon being lifting up into the air.<br/><br/>Being moved off and into the distance as he walked along, her braid bounced with his steps as her gaze turned up to examine his roughed out features. He looked so worn down and gone from this world, something missing from his eyes that perhaps was his presence with reality. Her heart clenched up in her chest, the same sadness she felt while slaying away the undead welling up once more within her. Upon his advice she indeed closed her eyes, resting away with the unknown amount of time she had left waiting upon her.<br/><br/>She imagined herself among many scales and a warm, caring body.. A time when she was still so young and small, tombs and scrolls collected about the place just for her and being told to rest after a long days adventure and study out in the caverns. The smell of minerals and ink was wafting through the air, and the only sound was her Mother's deep and calm breathing... So alive and comforting in memory, so perfect and serene.