Isabel's longing for Aiwass was so intense — she didn't even need to utter a word. Just her gaze, like water, softened Aiwass's heart.
Yet, no matter how reluctant Isabel was towards Aiwass, she was no longer the little girl who could recklessly rely on him.
She buried her face into Aiwass's collarbone, deeply breathing in his scent. Her somewhat cold hands slipped into the sleeves of his robe, embracing his back. Her fingertips gently traced the spine, meticulously sketching the outline of the backbone.
Until her arms synchronized with the temperature of Aiwass's skin, much hotter than the average person's, Isabel reluctantly released Aiwass.
"Go, my Knight."
Isabel whispered, reaching out to straighten Aiwass's collar: "Go and do what you wish to do.
"But remember... no matter what, take care of yourself first.