Isolde headed up to the tower in much more casual clothes than she had selected for the other night, not wanting to seem desperate. She seated herself on one of the windowsills, looking nervous. She was far from knowing what to expect, though she was hopeful that it would be something they could work out in the end. She liked him, after all, and she did not want things to come to an end in this way. The people up there already got vicious glares before she fully settled and she kept them focused until the area was empty except for her.