While part of her almost wished he had pushed a bit for an explanation, she definitely appreciated his tact in moving on to other topics. So Isobel followed after him to the living room, curling up in one corner of the overstuffed couch that took up much of the room.
"You're fine, Jazz. Just sit and stop worrying so much about it. If I didn't want you to join me, do you think I would have invited you in?"