She took it all in at once, smiling at the little boy, and then seemingly watching him turn, before her eyes, into a young man. A young man who was calling her Mum. With her accent, but he was the spitting image of Aaron, just lighter - this was Haley's son, it had to be. But he had her accent, and something in his eyes reminded her of herself.
Isabela heard the swooning noise she made, and then the world flickered, for how long, she couldn't tell.