Isam hesitated before taking Shay's hand and shaking it. Men shaking hands with women was a Western culture, something he wasn't quite used to yet. But like many things, it was just something else he had to learn. 

"Isam," He said simply. 

Across the city, Fen had begun a curious search for his housemate. It wasn't that he was particularly nosy about Isam's business, it was just that the man worried him sometimes. What if he had another one of his episodes and got himself in trouble? Fen could remember several times that he'd taken Isam by surprise, and had found himself flat on his ass quicker than he liked to think about. 

It didn't take him long to hunt the man down, what with his keen nose. Fen spotted him in the road, talking to some woman. He'd seen her before, but he didn't know her name. But the short and curly haired man was impossible to mistake. 
"Hey Isam!" Fen bounded up about the same time as Sun did. Fen recognized [i]him[/i]. He was one of the, what they called, "Blessed ones", like Fen. He was pretty cool, or at least Fen thought so. 

Isam turned to look at Fen, who stood back while Sun talked. He couldn't help but notice that the younger man had, yet again, left the house only half dressed. It seemed that running around the city half naked was something that Fen did at least once a day, if not [i]all[/i] day. He looked back to the boy, Sun, who was talking to Shay. It was something about the Dead approaching the city; that they may be in danger. Fen perked up. 
"I'll come," He piped in. "I'm sure Ravenia won't mind the help."

Isam was concerned as well. Sure, he was tired, but sleep could wait. The thought of being under attack already had adrenaline running into his blood. Years of survival outside of the city had taught him to be ready on a moment's notice. 
"Is there anything I can help with?" He asked.