Isaura smiled uneasily at Woltar. She felt suddenly skittish as though she were in the presence of someone not to be trifled with. She tried pushing his aura against his but she did she felt and saw a glimpse of his aura push back. She stopped, not wanting to bring unnecessary attention to herself. She wasn’t here to see this strange man, and whatever his intentions were did not involve her.
She looked at Zayden when he asked her if she wanted anything. She was perfectly capable of making whatever she might want herself. And up until recently she would have been considered a servant and she had no desire to ask anything of anybody without at least introducing herself first. Instead she pulled a piece of the rabbit jerky from her pocket and chewed on that with a wink.