Hmm. Gabby clearly walked into quite the traumatic experience here. Someone died...in Isobel's bedroom. Well. It was clear that the girl was about due for some new furniture and bedsheets, but that could come later!
"Oh honey," she sighed, reaching over to stroke Isobel's hair. "Look, you need to rest. Don't go in there, just stay out here. Do you...want to talk about what happened or no?"