Isaura felt Azazel before he walked through the door. She was surprised by how calm his aura was. She turned toward the entryway and Zayden paused mid-sentence as he too turned to see what had distracted Isaura from him. 
“Father,” Zayden greeted his father, “This is Isaura,” he stated, pulling Isaura into his father’s view.
“Hello,” Isaura greeted with a small bow of respect. She did not know how to handle this situation and if he did not recognize her face she did not want to give him a reason to not trust her. . 
“Son, I hear that your wings were damaged,” he said eyeing his son for injury. “And hello,” he said to the girl. He would perhaps speak more with her later, but for now, his son.
“Wing, father. It was only one. The sneaky scum ambushed me. If not for Isaura, I would perhaps not stand before you as healed as I am now,” he smiled and then pulled her closer to him, “She was a godsend. She gave me shelter and healed me. She had shown me nothing but kindness.”
“I see,” he answered, “Tell me how it happened and how you came to be in the company of,” he paused and said, “Isaura was it?”