Isabeau pulled her hood back over her head, tucking whatever out in the open strands of hair neatly within the soft black cloth that managed to hide most of her features. Her injuries weren't anywhere near as bad as the dwarf's, but they somehow still managed to slow her down some. 

She lagged behind the two, though it wasn't completely unintentional. She had to be sure - sure they weren't being followed, or tracked, or hunted, or worse ... watched. Her eyes darted along the beaten path ahead of them, then to each side, glancing down the abandoned alleyways, still full of corpses. 

Night was finally upon them, and it was beautiful. Perhaps only because of the dreary scene that surrounded them, but non the less, it brought her comfort. The smoke had finally started to clear, allowing one to see the stars that had blanketed the sky that night. Bright and vast, expanding along the horizon and away from the town, as if to escape death's grasp. 

Izzy drifted elsewhere as her gaze was lost in their twinkling light, leaving her a bit farther behind than she intended. Tirarrian's words interupted her thoughts and she ran to catch up to them. Quietly she followed along. She hated healers, never truly could pin point why, but for the most part, she didn't trust them. Unfortunately for her, she was never really good at patching herself up. Maybe the basic balm and bandage here and there. But any trip to an infirmary usually had her pouting and whining like a child. There was something else to it this time though. She didn't want anything to do with their war, and now she was smack in the middle of it. Who were these people really?! Caution and paranoia usually paid off, but she was completely in the dark here and had no idea what to expect. So she suddenly found herself quite curious with the dwarf's answer to the question asked.