The quiet sounds of Gabby flitting about in her kitchen were comforting in a strange way that Isobel knew she couldn't explain. Wiping at her eyes again, she just listened to the soft sounds, looking up when Gabby came back in with the toast and milk. Almost as though signaled by the sight of food, her stomach gave a loud growl causing Isobel's eyes to widen in surprise.
"Guess my body is telling me something," she said a bit sheepishly, leaning forward to take up the plate and balancing it on her knees. A small piece was torn off and chewed quietly before she answered Gabby's question. "And... I really don't know. I'm just... my head's just not here and I know that I'm really not the best company right now." Her shoulders shrugged up and she tore off another piece of toast, licking the jam off before eating the bread with a soft sigh.
"Has... anyone you ever cared about died?" she finally asked, lifting her eyes to meet Gabby's.