Isabell thought she'd prepared herself during the carriage ride. She thought that she was ready to enter this world of Eldritch people and witchcraft. Last night, despite everything she'd seen, from the strange sham of a tribunal for the traitor to the calm, matter-of-fact way that Ashlynn had revealed the truth that Marcel was a vampire, she felt like she was ready to approach Ashlynn's world with an open mind.
Now, however, with an Eldritch woman in front of her, a witch no less, holding out a goblet of.. Of a potion that the woman insisted would help her, she found it difficult to make a move.
"Would it be easier if I left it for you and gave you time alone?" Heila asked, sensing the other woman's reluctance. "I won't take offense. I still remember how Lady Ashlynn was when she first woke up here. I looked after her then, and that's why she asked me to look after you now, but I won't force anything on you."
