"My philosophy exactly," Isabel smiled. Granted, she no longer dropped into a deathly slumber at dawn, but the presence of the sun was still painful to her. That stigma would be with her always.
"You are a gentleman," she said. "I think that it is more important to see to your comfort, after all, I am not the one who was stabbed." Her eyes glanced up to the eleventh floor and Isabel leaned in a bit closer. "I'll wager that the view is lovely from your balcony."