Isabela hopped up on top, starting the motor and hoisting up the sails. She just used the motor to start it up; once the boat was in motion, she swapped to the sails. "Better." She relaxed visibly once the sails took hold of the breeze, arching her back as she leaned against the wheel. They were headed leeward, along the coast of the island, and between the breeze in her hair and watching Hotchner, she was at her most comfortable.