Isalisk blinked warily at the declaring of justice against the fiendly woman that lived within the woods, but said nothing of it. Her head nodded away in a silent agreement before she too stood up, picking up the thicker outer layers of her leather light armor as she began to carefully buckle it on piece by piece, tying away at the threads that kept it tight and in place.<br/><br/>It was a meticulous process and much harder than taking it off, but the rewards were a bit more protection out in the woods than the thinner layers she wore underneath. Her form became a bit more layered and less complimenting than before, though she herself considered this a blessing next to the night whom had a tendency to ogle her every now and then. Finally, the layer of fabric that was the shoulder-feathered poncho was brought around her upper body, clasping its holds together with a bit of an absent minded hum before her gloved hands were brought up to her hair.<br/><br/>It was dry enough now, her bangs and layers wisping away to do their own thing while her fingers separated the strands and began to braid it down, her expression tight and thoughtful from the dark discussion they had earlier. The weaving thinned as it had done before while she braided downwards, the fabric wrapping about it tightly to keep the thick hair in place before the braid was tossed behind her back. She looked on over to Aluren now, not knowing if he was ready to leave just yet or not as she gripped up her large, long and slightly curving sword and held the blade against the ground, leaning against it slightly.<br/><br/>She had wondered how she had gotten this far, how exactly she had met with someone such as he and how they had managed to even get along after their peculiar first encounter. Fate it seemed had a strange way of working about, and she was beginning to realize just how far out of her comfort zone this trip had actually brought her. She could say she was growing in some ways, but in others she felt that she had to think of things she had forced deep down into the recesses of her mind - Things she didn't exactly want to remember, much more content with forgetting her Mother and her troubling past, along with her long deceased kin. As she gazed at the Knight and his violet eyes, she swallowed hard and felt her lips tighten in a bit of anxiousness, hoping that whatever he would lead her into next would not tear her apart or make her have to realize anything more that was cruel other than the harsh steel of battle. She knew this would not be so, for the land was soaked in cruelty and all things horrid. She was wishing against nature itself now.