I'll be gentle

"Your Majesty, everything is done just as you ordered. The witches had helped. Shall I rewrite the memories of those in the next tent?" 

Abel remained silent despite hearing Isaiah's and Conan's voices outside. His attention was all on Aries, who was still sleeping soundlessly on the bed. Her wounds had all healed, but she was still sleeping. 

'Isaiah...' he thought in his head as he had been listening to their conversation even before they could arrive at the tent. '... isn't entirely right."

A shallow breath slipped past his lips as he tilted his head to the side, eyes still on Aries. Abel stayed seated on the chair beside the bed before he shifted to the edge of the mattress. Everything Isaiah said was all facts. Not that there was something wrong with what he told Conan per se. It was just that Isaiah left out some details.