[For a moment, Bucky stands still as a statue, letting the feelings sink in, trying to place the context for them-- and then he's visibly shaking himself out of it, reaching out for Isabela, his hand around her wrist that's no longer looking like she's going to fade away any minute.]
... thank God. You're- okay. I'm sorry for that, if you want, I'll tell Merlin to wipe away the memory of that... but I'm not sorry you ain't fading anymore, Isabela. I care about you, you're important to me, an' if you wanna be angry with me, I ain't stoppin' you... but you should know why I did it.