Isidor's frown stays, but the suspicion in it is replaced by concern. She watches him carefully as she listens. It's easier when he's turned the conversation back to himself. She can focus on him instead of worrying about which expression to wear or how she's holding herself.

The mention of him apologising deepens the creases in her brow until he says his piece. "You don't have anything to apologise for, Harrowheart. We both have things to learn."

"Everyone I've ever known considers their history important. It's a part of us whether it was good or bad. But sometimes it's private and we keep it for special people. I thought your name was like that. I thought you were just... sharing it with us. I didn't think you'd be ashamed of it." She sighs and her gaze dips for a moment. "Viatorus talked to me afterwards. He reminded me of the power names have over us. Just because I say mine freely means everyone else does. He said that your old name is like your True Name. I don't have the right to use it, or even know it, unless you want me to. I understand that now."

"And Harrowheart..." She hesitates and then, very slowly, rests a hand on his knee before looking him in the eye. "Don't be ashamed. Not of who you were, or who you are."