“Connor?” She spoke as she padded over to Connor in her sock-clad feet. It was always easier, for some reason, to enter the dream clothed as she was in real life. Right now it happened to be flannel pajamas. Isabel was about to just tell her story in a quick and concise manner and then leave as swiftly as she came, but as she got a view of his face she took pause. He was obviously unhappy.
“What’s wrong?” It wasn’t usually her nature to get involved in the troubles of others, but the inquiry slipped out without much thought. He’d been helpful and she had no reason to dislike him, at present. She didn’t have friends in this place and supposed Connor was at least close to being her friend.
Isabel eyed their surroundings. It seemed to be a very serene setting, someplace she might have liked to visit under normal circumstances.