Isaura sighed as she walked. She missed her Master. He was supposed to be the strong one. She did not understand what was going on or why he had lied to her. She felt vaguely betrayed by the fact that he had sent her on a mission so that he could go off and do lord knows what. Like he was supposed to be the responsible one. And- and- and- oh, she was going to curse him out. 
She huffed and glared at Azazel’s back before she allowed her mind to drift. Whatever anger she felt was only there because she was actually very afraid for Alucard. He had been the only caring parent she had ever had. When she was younger, in private, she had been allowed to call him father. He had adopted her as one of his own. They had performed the ancient rituals and they had shared blood. It was part of the reason for her vision, or lack there of.
It was her sacrifice. She would not regain her sight until the time was right, or so the oracle said. She had to first prove herself. But she had learned to live without colors. She could still see the outline of many things. Television was a hassle, it was all static. Like watching tv in a cheap motel with no cable. She was growing angrier with each passing moment. 
Alucard wasn’t the one that could do this sort of thing. She was. It was understandable if she went somewhere on her own, in comparison to Alucard she was nothing short of a child and would always be no matter how long they lived. She was supposed to be the one to sneak off to lord knows where and be rescued so she could be scolded. Not the other way around. She crossed her arms over her chest and focused her lethal gaze upon the trees.