Isabelle had spent days trying to not seem like she was in the way. She played with Normandy when Richard was out, cleaning up what little she used of his stuff. She didn't want to be an inconvenience to anyone, especially after what had happened. In time perhaps her father and mother would let her back home. She didn't know anywhere else she would rather be than at home. Right now she was floating through limbo.
Richard had said that some of his friends would come over. She'd tried to dress appropriately. She hadn't entertained company in some time, and she couldn't spend her entire days in sweats and oversized t-shirts. It just looked frumpy. So she'd dressed in something semi-casual but still girly. It was nice to look in the mirror after a few days and see she hadn't lost all of herself even if the bruise had not healed.
She walked out of the room that Richard had set up for her to see a young woman there. She waited to be introduced.