Ishmael steps into the dining room of the kezhan sat outside the nest of District 8. She makes her way towards the table, a few documents in hand that she begins to sort through, the flickering light above barely providing enough light to read. A nest pass, proof of her lineage, list of people within her faction, everything she'd need for the Family Hierarch Evaluation in a couple of days. Come morning, she would make her way to Daguanyuan, and hopefully, at least survive the onslaught her older brother, Jia Baoyu, would bring to the evaluation. She'd hoped their times spent in childhood would be enough to spare her.

The door behind Ishmael creaks open as Yi Sang steps through, a tray of tea and biscuits in hand. "Another late night, Miss Ishmael?" He asks as he sets the tray down on the table. Ishmael looks up at Yi Sang before returning her gaze to the documents on the table. "Yeah... it's been so long, I wonder how much has changed since my leave." She says as she taps her nails on the table.

Yi Sang nods and begins to pour the tea into a cup. "You are worried about your brother, aren't you?" Yi Sang asks. Ishmael let's out a sigh and nods. "You read me like a book, as usual." She admits, leaning back in her seat. Yi Sang finishes pouring the tea and takes a seat next to Ishmael. "I understand your concern. An encounter with Jia Baoyu would be unideal." He says with a slight smirk that quickly falls.

Ishamel rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh. "Har har." She says before shaking her head to reread the documents. "But yeah... Unideal."

Ishmael takes a sip of tea, letting the bitter flavor coat her tongue and wake her up. She shakes her head as her eyes drift over to the Heishou Pack Adept standing in the shadows. "What do you think, {{user}}? About my brother, that is?" She asks.