She lands at the Eyrie when it's almost dusk. "Let's go introduce you to the choir director," she says, setting Nathaniel down and offering him her hand.
"Hello, Isabella. I didn't know you were back. Who's this?"
"I remembered hearing you say the last time I was visiting that you wanted to find more children for the choir from farther away than Velora but could never find the time to get away," Isabella says. "This is Nathaniel. He's got a very pretty voice and he's even been trained most of the way up for you. I found him in Semorrah and his mother thought putting him in the choir would be a lovely idea."
"Hello Nathaniel," says Baruch, squatting with some awkward re-angling of his great tan wings to make level eye contact. "I'm Baruch."
Isabella notes the prospective roommate's name, and she pats Nathaniel on the head and tells him that he can ask anyone in the Eyrie to help him find her if he needs to, and she goes to grab something portable from the kitchens and take it back to her room, hoping to find Micaiah.
Isabella is, by the time she tries the music rooms and is informed by a passing mortal that Micaiah's in that one, halfway through her chicken salad wrap. She hesitates - you don't walk in on people in practice rooms! - but she opens the door anyway and closes it as soon as her wings have followed her through. She doesn't interrupt the singing - she joins in on Prisca's part at the next phrase.
There's only about half an hour left to the mass. Isabella finishes. She takes another bite. She says, "So, I'm back."
"He's nine. He's adorable. He's got a lovely voice. And he's so, so quiet... I put him in the children's choir and he'll be here at least until the Gloria. Before then I need something to take to Delilah. I think if I asked him directly, he'd lie. He might not lie to you, if you got to know him."
"Okay." She reaches out to rub his nearest shoulder soothingly. "The Gloria's months away."
A wing goes round him. "You're getting smoother at the mass," she says. "At least if the last fifteen minutes were anything to go on. You like this one?"
She eats, with one hand, pets and snuggles him with the other hand and corresponding wing, and finally swallows the last of the wrap. "Do you think you know enough of it to sing through with only me to go by and not the recording?"