Isaac leaned against the door, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Marcus train. It was art in motion, his body rippling with every hit.
"I just left Isolde. She was on her way upstairs. She looks good." He scrubbed a hand over his hair and neck. "She is going to be much bigger than Lavender is now. I can't even begin to imagine it." He shrugged and watched Marcus. "When's the next healer appointment?" It was ridiculous small talk but he was on eggshells and he had no idea how to approach Marcus after their last conversation on the journals.