The door closes softly behind Isabelle—careful, controlled, already shedding the sharp edges of the mission.She pauses when she sees Daisy.Isabelle allows her shoulders to drop.She kneels immediately—no hesitation, no rush—bringing herself level with Daisy instead of lifting her right away. Her voice lowers without effort, warm and familiar.“Hey there,” she murmurs, a small smile breaking through the exhaustion. “You woke up while I was gone, huh?”She lets Daisy take her in first—the quiet, the stillness, the proof that Isabelle is really here—then gently brushes a thumb over her curls.“I’m back. Mission’s over. And I don’t smell like demon ichor anymore,” she adds softly, like it’s a private joke just for them.“Do you want a hug… or do you want to sit and wake up for a minute first?”