Isaac had spent a few hours with Isolde, talking about babies and enjoying the sunset as they waited for Marcus to arrive. Isaac had missed his sister and it felt good to just kick back in her sitting room and relax. The elves served finger sandwiches and tea while they talked. He was open and honest with her, talking to her about his confusion and problems felt good. Especially since she listened and offered advice without judgment or talking down to him for his mistakes. Her words of encouragement stayed in his head through dinner and dessert.
Watching her leave the room, he felt a bit awkward as he sat on the opposite side of the table from Marcus. He raised an eyebrow at the mention of the riot and nodded. "Yeah, sure." He said as he pushed away from the table and stood up. "Where is it at?" It was weird that there was an awkward tension between them that had never existed before.