A strange little procession they made up, after Raina released herself from her seatbelt, and Isaiah picked her up to take her inside. Oma and Bean had hopped and climbed into the front of the car after her, following close at his heels. There was a moment where the Familiar paused to look in the direction they had come, but just a moment and she ran to catch up with the giant (to her) figure retreating into the house.
Raina, for her part, summoned up a small smile to send back to the other woman, although the way she held her arm even tighter against her chest spoke of the fact that slight jarring only making the bones feel like they were grinding jaggedly against each other. "Adrie," that much she could say, although her voice was more strained than usual. She had known a broken bone would hurt, badly, but was unused to the reality of the sharp pain and the ache that followed it like a backup singer in choruses.
There was the minor distraction of Adrie's words, and the meaning they held for someone who had only known about Isaiah up until a short while before. She had not really thought about the fact that one of Isaiah's parents would have been a Were, or was extremely likely to be one, despite the fact that he had told her the first day that he was a Born Were. From the sounds of it, his little brother was one as well.
It never occurred to her to be upset at not knowing the information, as, to her mind, there was absolutely no reason to be. Isaiah's family had a right to their secrets, and he had shared his own with her before, as she had hers. Not Sloane's nature, nor Parker's, nor even Rowena's until the two had met, but the one that Raina herself had the right to tell.