"Of course." She holds out her arms for a hug. "You'll mirror at me, won't you?"
Snugglehug. "Good. And it's, remind me roughly how long till you can make the portal?"
"Three, four days. You won't be missing much, just me telling the twits that call themselves nobles to calm down and maybe untangle some plots before you get there."
"Awesome. And then you will make the portal and I shall come hang out."
"Possibly literally, since you do have a hammock on your cloudpine."
Is she flirting? Does she mean it innocently? It is so hard to tell!
"I'd like to say I was raised to never ask to borrow a lady's bed, but - nope, I'm just weird that way."
Snuggle. Was he going to leave at some point? Huh?
He gives her a little gentle squeeze, then regretfully releases her from the snugglehug. Well. Now he doesn't know what to say.
"I'll see you in a few days," she says. That is a thing to say.
Pause. He makes a little shy smile, then he carefully takes her hand, and plants a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
"Bye," says Adarin, softly.
Before he can stutter or say something stupid and screw this up, he returns her hand, picks up his kagu, and casts his spell.
Predictably, he disappears. Isabella's now alone.
Eeeeee hand kisses.
Isabella's gonna go be happy about that for a while now.
And she will wait.
During all of this, Adarin's smiling far, far more than normal. He's genuinely happy, which is a huge change from polite tolerance and a lot of patience. There's some counting down of days, until at last, he thinks he's up to making the portal.
He does that, and then retrieves the mirror to Isabella and half sing-songs into it, "Guess what I just made?"
"No, no, of course not, it was a - okay I can't do that to you with a clear conscience. Yes, you're right."
She grins. "Okay. I just fly on through? Nobody's scoping out the location or anything?"
"I put it in a place no one's scoping out, so you're free to just fly through. Mind the drop, I put the portal on a cliff."
She has a bag packed up already; she tucks the mirror into it, and Path alights on her shoulder, and through they go. (At a sedate pace; if something has gone awry she doesn't want to slam into a wall at two hundred miles an hour.)