Magnus Bane's Loft, New York, Tuesday Morning

Isabelle woke up – for once – a little bit later than usual. Maybe it was down to exhaustion. The Angel knew the dark under her eyes had not gone anywhere over the last couple of weeks.

Still, now that she was up, she pushed herself upright without wasting any time laying down. She stretched her arms, then looked over at Flick.

[ooc: NFB, for that guy, CoLS]