[center][h1][color=de8f4e]Isana[/color][/h1][/center][right][b]Location:[/b] Kaides Estate, Ground floor dining room
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[color=lightgray]As it turned out, Thomaz had been so [i]eager[/i] by Isana’s suggestion, he’d set up for their breakfast placing in the common dining room rather than their private one. Isana sighed lightly once she found out, but what was done, was done.

She couldn’t be bothered – not when Ophelia showed up practically at the same time she and mother did, entering from the other side. Isana smile widened into a grin, and she practically skipped up to her sister. [color=de8f4e]“Ophelia! Hi.”[/color] With light, gentle movements, she set a hand on her little sister’s head, and brushed through her hair. [color=de8f4e]“Glad you could make it,”[/color] she whispered. Her tone was heavy with implication, somber yet wistful. [color=de8f4e]“I hope Estelle can join, too.”[/color]

Their mother watched on, bemused. As she passed by on her way to her seat, though, she put a hand on each of her daughter’s shoulders, and squeezed reassuringly. [color=white]“If she doesn’t, I’ll go see how she is.”[/color]

However, that wasn’t necessary. Estelle’s maid Edith deposited her in the breakfast room before unceremoniously leaving her to the company of her family. [color=de8f4e]“Estelle…”[/color] They’d only ever managed to see each other at that final battle, ever so briefly. As if in a dream, she stood up, and slowly walked to her. [color=de8f4e]“Hi.”[/color] She barely managed to brush her shoulder when a whimper alerted them all that something was wrong.

Estelle was the first to approach the person in distress. Isana peered at the girl, and after a moment to place the face to a name, realized with a start that was [i]Sherry[/i]. To think that she’d not noticed such a flashy girl before now. Just what had happened to the usual haughty Kaides that she was crying?

Perplexed, Isana joined Ophelia’s side once again. [color=de8f4e]“That’s weird, right?”[/color] she whispered to her sister. Shaking her head, she sat down for breakfast – she was hungry, and besides, Estelle was handling whatever was going on with Sherry. 

Their mother watched on with clear pride in her eyes at Estelle's kindness. [color=white]"Giles, please bring something calming for the young lady. A glass of cool water or a cup of chamomile tea might hit the spot. Inform the physician just in case,"[/color] she called out to one of the servants.[/color]