"Sure" Zayden would respond to Isaura after his father left. He would smile at how she led him threw his own house. never wondering why she didn't just ask for direction. But it didn't matter this was a new sensation for him in more ways the one he hadn't had a friend since...since as Zayden tried to remember he saw only glimpses of an enormous demon wreaking havoc and two children running at that point his mind went blank . unable to remember Zayden shook his head free of the fragmented images.
As Zayden came to he had realized he was standing in the back courtyard staring at Isaura from a distance he caught the tail end of her instruction and raised his wings. Isaura had grown worried from the looks of it giving him the signal to stop. Man did it feel good to stretch his wings though even though it had only been a day or so since last he did. as he put his wings down that warm feeling had returned it caused him to smile a bit. but he relaxed he knew she was working but again if Isaura had any ill will toward him  it would have been enacted upon. Zayden loosed the thought and waited as she worked her magic "your hands are so soft" he unintentionally said