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At the newcomer's (Kagarioni) remarks, the girl narrowed her eyes, but so barely it was almost undetectable by all those save with the keenest perception. "Too kind..." she murmured in reply to Kagarioni, a faint twitch her only sign of irritation. "I can fix my own dress..." she sounded almost indignant, eyeing Kagarioni with distaste, perhaps believing firmly that women should not be garbed as men, or maybe she was irked at her tone or nonchallant attitude. Finally, Isokla whispered, "I did not require your aid, child, as others have already tended to my injuries. I thank you none the less." It was perhaps clear, that this was anything but a 'thank you', or at the very least, a dismissal, though a polite one.
Struggling to stand, Isokla pulled herself to a sitting pose and smiled her thanks to Detheriel again, her tone changing to one of profound graditude as opposed to her coolness earlier; "May I trouble you further, kind lord? May I have use of your arm, at least long enough to cut a walking staff from the nearby bush?" Her smile was as warm as the sun, as were her eyes, as though she had put the matter with Kagarioni far from her mind. She turned to Ydalon, "I thank you also, kind sir. I would trouble you no further, young lord, but I have no way to repay any of you..." Her words did not point out that a true gentleman would require no payment, in fact, by not saying it, she had indeed posed it to them.
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