"That's not the kind of sorry I am. I don't think I did anything wrong, other than maybe wording a bunch of stuff in a way that sounds completely not like what I mean, and that's an ongoing project. But I feel regret that you're suffering and would like that to stop, and I'm expressing those emotions by saying that 'I'm sorry.' I also wish there was some way I could help that's more effective or useful, or even to know whether I'm actually even not being harmful right now. The best I know to do is not necessarily good."

Sigh.

Yeah. Sigh is right. She eats.

Food food food.

Sadde won't start a conversation if Jackson won't, and will stay there until either she or he finishes eating, whichever happens later, or before that if her date starts approaching.

He leaves first.

So she finishes eating, brushes her teeth and takes a shower, and does magic until 8:58PM, at which point she leaves her room so she'll knock on Isabella's door at 9PM sharp.

"Uneventful. Work is easy and relaxing, and apparently generalizing from healing to biokinesis seems to have less room for ducking up but is tricky anyway like everything else in magic and I'm happy I'll live forever because I want to learn stuff. How about yours, ma'am?"

Isabella ushers her in and shuts the door. "Also pretty uneventful. Why do you say 'ducking'? Are you secretly a spellchecker?"

She giggles. "Don't like swearing. When I do swear there's that much more impact."

"Hm, note to self," muses Isabella.

"Ma'am?"

"That I should take it as particularly significant if I get you to swear," says Isabella innocently.

She grins. "I believe you did succeed last night."

"Yes, I'm retroactively very proud of myself."

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes you may, lovely."

So she does, very aware of the collar she's wearing and looking pretty happy about it.

And Isabella lets herself be kissed until she is consumed by the need to take over and grabs said collar to move Sadde's head just where she wants it and sets about lip-nibbling.

Ooh, lip nibbling, Sadde really enjoys that!

Can Isabella see (and hear) how much Sadde appreciates that? Sadde bets she can.

With corresponding noises as a reaction.