Seeing Zandros wince in pain after hitting her shield gives Isidor the smallest shred of satisfaction. One which quickly vanishes in the wake of a familiar voice.

The crowd parts for Harrowheart and she feels the blush on her cheeks. Here she is, standing beside a kneeling, bloody Zandros on top of a battered Jim. This is... not what she would have hoped Harrowheart would see today if they crossed paths. She ducks her head away from his gaze, thoroughly embarrassed. She knows all too well this scene is because of her. It's a heap of pettiness and childish antics. She didn't want Harrowheart to see this.

She turns back to Zandros and lowers her voice. "It..." Her teeth clench as she prepares herself for more unexpected outbursts. "It had been a small joke. Holding his arm like that. I didn't think you'd hurt him." Her eyes flit around them. "I didn't think you could here."

Slowly, bracing herself for what's to come next, Isidor turns to Jim to apologise. Stepping close and keeping her voice low she says, "I'm sorry. I didn't expect any of this to happen. The anti-violence field could have at least made an appearance..." She frowns at him. "Do you want me to get you a healer?"