Isabelle returned Vorel's gaze with confused irritation. She felt the spell tug at her anger, but there was relatively little for it to find purchase on. She wasn't angry ...

She glanced at the bridge, where the man still stood frozen and felt a flash of heat, that drained away just as quickly.

Okay, maybe she was a little angry. But it was hardly her driving motivation, at least not yet. Emotionally, she was poised at the point of taking that dive, but held herself back from that uncontrolled plunge. What Cludge had done here was wrong, almost damning of itself ... but there was still a sliver of room in her heart to forgive.

It all depended on what answer Cludge would give to her question.

Approaching the bridge, she took another breath to call out again.