She'd seen most of those reactions in him, and if she was honest, she was feeling most of them herself, along with a healthy dose of fear. "Come here, please." Isabela asked rather than demanded; she knew enough to stay lying down or both of them would lecture her. Call it intuition.
She just looked at him for a long moment, finally breaking the silence with a wan smile. "Andraste's dimpled arse ... you've met Varric, haven't you." Isabela blinked fast to keep tears away; thankfully her voice stayed even. "You'll have to tell me what you're used to. Right now it's a bit frightening for me. You look so much like your mother it feels like there'll be no place for me." It never occurred to her, somehow, to lie to this boy.