the smile she offers him is wry, though it isn't without mirth. the stabbing she endured at the hand of losang was surely supposed to be fatal, though he underestimated her newfound penchant for survival— her burning need to protect laurent. still, it wasn't without agony. suffering.

       ❛ charmed, ❜  isabelle says with an enigmatic bow of her head, a wince following as the place she was stabbed aches from the strain of speaking. her hand naturally gravitates to her stomach, warm palm offering slight comfort as she rubs it gently.  ❛ the stitches are holding. i'll be fine. ❜

       grey-blue eyes search lupin for wounds. always worried about everyone else.