Isabelle likely looked like a lost little child.. that wasn't quite so short as she stood there in her pajamas and robe. The helm made her apparel even more mis-matched as she looked down at her hands while they twiddled a bit. She spoke softly again, though a tad louder than before, "Um.. should I.. change..?" For the moment, the elezen was outright glad her helm was on. She was blushing furiously for not having thought of changing earlier.Â
She made a hesitant little gesture towards the door to her room. Of course, the stuffed moogle under her arm probably didn't help the picture either. Isabelle was a completely stark contrast to her usual confident and infallible self.
She made a hesitant little gesture towards the door to her room. Of course, the stuffed moogle under her arm probably didn't help the picture either. Isabelle was a completely stark contrast to her usual confident and infallible self.
