Isolde took the candles, thanking Myra as she did so but quietly asked for her coat and bag. With a tight smile toward Michael Bonnet, she excused herself from the table, nearly flinging herself from the room. She followed closely on the heels of Herr Buchannon.<br/><br/>“I will not abuse the hospitality of your home tonight. The candles, however, I will take with me and do as you instruct. With a small spell applied, you will be able to see them from no matter where you are and can come if needed. Please, good sir, will you hail a cab for me so that I might make my way back to my flat?”<br/><br/>While she waited on the taxi to stop at the curb, Isolde leaned in and gently kissed Herr Buchannon on his ruddy cheek. With his red hair and hers, a passers by might take them for kin. She smiled at him fondly.<br/><br/>“Thank you for your offer and your decision. I know hearing of angels and demons and witches is a lot to take in especially when it is not All Hallow’s Eve.”<br/>She took his right hand in her left hand, passing her right over it and then pulling it tightly to her as if in an embrace. The smile that illuminated her face shone with caring and something akin to love, not romantic love but love none the less.<br/><br/>“Blessing and strength cover you as you fight the good fight.”<br/><br/>The cabbie came around to load her in the vehicle, frowning at having to step out into the cold. Herr Buchannon slid away into the shadows before Isolde could wave a final farewell. The driver scooted back into his seat, fiddling with the mirror and then the meter. He finger combed his hair and then put on his pork pie hat. Isolde was nearly rolling her eyes at the delay.