Isidor isn't sitting down. Oh no. Oh no, it really is going to be bad news. She might be standing to keep herself from fidgeting, but it's exactly what causes him to twist his hands in each other and glance worriedly around the room and up and down Isidor's form. This is it, he's going to hear some awful news about Viatorus. The awful news he didn't want to have to hear.

Except... That's not it. What's she talking about? Family, strained relationships?... He knits his brow and focuses on what she has to say as his palms press tightly together. Only when she's through speaking does he begin to shake his head in almost imperceptibly small motions.

"Lawrence talked with me, but we didn't fight? Our relationship ain't strained? Isidor... Lawrence don't really like you, I ain't gonna say he does, but... Wh..." He stops himself before he says too much and raises his eyebrows curiously. "What do you think Lawrence told me after the dinner?"