Isis glanced behind her like she hadn't fully realized she had left without Keket. She had never left the company of her guard before. But she hadn't stopped to wake her guardian before she left. Isis looked slightly guilty as she looked at him. Isis was a master at controlling what emotions the world saw but she didn't feel the need with him.
"She was asleep." she offered. it was the only explanation she had but in reality it was much more that she was just far more focused on seeing him. She nodded as he commented that hit must have been quite a dream. her eyes moved over the space as he moved back to the kitchen. it was a beautiful apartment but it didn't seem to fit him. it was much more industrial than she would have expected for him. As she accepted the wine she tried to ignore the almost electric feeling as her hand brushed his. people tended to place objects in front of her to take instead of handing them to her in order to avoid contact. She tried to ignore the urge to feel more of his touch. it was there bond urging her. the bond that so desperately wanted to fully realized.
She looked away to avoid him noticing any of this. She followed him outside. Now this was the space she would expect him to have. it felt much more like home. She paused to slip her feet out of her slip on shoes before she she joined him. She sipped the wine in her hand as he questioned her dream, already knowing so much about it. His gift was so much stronger than hers, which was one of the reasons he had been chosen to be her betrothed. At least until everything had changed. She nodded with his questions. though she was sure she didn't actually need to confirm.
"well you haven't done anything to warrant it yet. I'm sure she is just looking for the excuse your outspokenness will provide eventually." she told him, her smile was soft and said that she clearly did not disapprove of his political actions. Even from her life inside the court she could see that change was needed. it was part of the reason she had chosen to leave for school. she needed to see everything from a different perspective. She sipped her wine again as he unconsciously rubbed his shoulder again. The injury had clearly not healed as nicely as Isis would have liked.
"you should get deep tissue massages, it will help break up the scar tissue that is causing the soreness" she told him as she fought to resist moving to rub his shoulder. But they were alone, no one would know just like no one would know that she had patched up his injury, which had required much more touching than massaging his shoulder would. "Let me." she said, giving up the resistance as she placed her glass down next to her and shifted to rub his shoulder.