Standing to the side as Ashlynn organized the impromptu tribunal, Tiernan tugged on Isabell's sleeve before nodding in the direction of the edge of camp and gesturing for her to follow so they could speak in relative privacy.
"You were much closer to her than I ever was," the thickly muscled iron monger said once they stood on the edge of the dancing golden light cast by the bonfire at the center of the camp. "It's really her? She seems… She seems very different from how I remember her from the few times we've met. It hasn't been that long for someone to change that much, has it?" Tiernan asked in hushed tones, barely speaking above a whisper.
