Mother

As Isabella settled into the chair, her gaze nervously locked onto me before she cautiously took a seat on the bed. 

I proceeded to inscribe a protective rune on my door, ensuring our conversation remained private. Grabbing a spare chair, I placed it in my corridor, positioning it to face her. 

As we both took our seats, our eyes were now in direct alignment.

"What did you want to talk about…?" she inquired, her tone betraying a hint of anxiety. 

Despite my prior assurances that my intent was simply to ask questions, her nervous demeanor suggested a reluctance to reveal the truth.

Anticipating potential evasiveness, I decided to cut to the chase; there was no point in skirting around the issue. 

I slowly removed the blindfold that obscured her vision, and though she seemed to twitch in response, she managed to maintain her composure.