That laughter. It takes all of Isidor's energy not to join Harrowheart. The whole concept is ridiculous, and it feels so good to see him laughing while Zandros looks so defeated. Instead she stands there, keeping her composure, save for a single arched eyebrow at Harrowheart's comment.

Before she can comment, Zandros is begging Harrowheart to take him away and all she can do is stand and watch forlornly as they leave. Why couldn't he have left Harrowheart?

Her thoughts are elsewhere when Felix arrives, and she barely notices his deferential nod to her. While his appearance isn't ideal, Zandros and Harrowheart both leaving are more concerning to her. Besides, it wasn't as if she hasn't had to learn to be in the same vicinity as the mage since they last properly met.

Taking a deep breath, she turns to focus on the two of them. "My new fiancé. He made assumptions about Jim and I. When I joked about it Jim got caught in the crossfire."