Isa meets that frail smile with one of her own, though it's quick to fall. They're both lost, it seems. I am not. I'm afraid I'm just as lost as you are, she laments. She's been lost ever since she left the coven, and her travels have been nothing if not aimless. I just came from the North. Familiarizing myself here is, well...I'm trying. Words spoken with a sheepish admittance, before she moves closer.

It is then Isadora can see the haziness in the girls eyes. The way they aren't fixed on her as they typically should be. There's another helpless tug on her heart; the woman is blind. There's guilt then, for feeling helpless when this woman is far less fortunate.

I am Isadora. I'd be honored to help you. She was hardly able, but...she felt determined. Perhaps together they could find their paths. And perhaps now, she would find some shred of purpose to her life that felt false.

The woman's sides are sunken in. Gaunt enough for the ridges of her ribs to be visible. You must be starving, Isa frowns with worry. I could try and catch you something to eat, yes?

They will both need their strength if they were to journey through this maze of woodlands.