Antar, six months after Fandom

Isabel sat up at the sound of a knock on the door and pushed her hair back off her face. "It's open. Come in." She wasn't at all surprised when the door opened and Max and Michael stepped into the room. Ducking her head to avoid their concerned looks, Isabel studied her nails. Once kept longish and neatly manicured, now they were worn and ragged, a symbol of how she really felt.

( Cut to spare )

[ooc: NFB for distance, yadda, yadda, yadda....]

Antar, six months after Fandom

Isabel stumbled as the ground shifted under her feet. Michael looked back at her, tilting his head in a way that she recognized as a question. Are you okay? She smiled tightly and nodded, not willing to do anything that would indicate she wasn't ready to be out on a mission like this so soon after they got her away from Kivar.

They continued on, the shaking of the ground becoming more pronounced as time passed. Then it didn't matter because they were under attack and all that was important was not getting hit.

A sharp cry of pain caught her attention and Isabel turned, immediately starting towards where Michael was lying on the ground. She'd taken two steps when the ground heaved once more and a light flashed. Stumbling, Isabel fell forward. And then it all went black.

( Meanwhile, in Cardiff… )

[NFB yadda, yadda, yadda...]