Isabel walked into the hallway, clutching the soft cardigan around her shoulders.
Her feet padded quietly over the tiles as she turned the corner into the dining room where Lena was arranging a few things on the counter with the help of some of the kitchen staff, it seemed as if she was helping set up breakfast.
"Lena," she called softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Um... where's Isaac?"
Lena looked up quickly, a tight smile on her face. "Good morning, Miss Isabel," she said in a light tone. "I hope you're feeling better, after everything that happened."
Isabel nodded a little, even though she wasn’t really paying attention to the question. Her eyes searched the room again. "Yeah. I’m fine. But where’s Isaac? He’s not upstairs."
Lena wiped her hands on a napkin. "He stepped out
