She had already seen him in pictures and videos. She'd already seen the disheveled state he'd been in at the front of the store. But something about watching him messily bumble about, rivulets of water dribbling from his head onto the floor, all caught her off guard. She took a moment to scan him over as he stiffly bowed and relayed information she already knew.<br/><br/>“Your Highness of Ikathka , I am Motto of the Brook. Heir to the Elemental Domain.” he said as if he'd read it from a cue card before following it with a less rehearsed "I am ..at your service.."<br/><br/>Her eyes had returned to her book and she carefully marked her place before closing the book and placing it on the table in front of her. She uncrossed her legs and stood up to look at the man who was meant to be the solution to all of the territory struggles, stalemates, and corrupted governments. Even without the raised wedges of her ankle boots, she'd still be looking down at his, scratched, dirty, flushed face. The odor coming off the man mixed with her cherry blossom perfume into a hideous assault on the sense. Once the wave of nausea passed, rage bubbled in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>"Isabella's fine," she said coolly. Her voice was young and a touch low, more fitting for a girl who wears converse and checked flannel than a girl in macabre dark toned sweaters and scarves. She made a motion as if to outstretch a hand, but decided against it and instead pointed at a nearby closed door.<br/><br/>"The bathroom's over there and the room right there should have some spare clothes, we can talk once you've cleaned up," her words were professional and unemotional and, without waiting for a response, she made her way toward the stairs. She needed to cool off for a minute.