Before all of this, well before Isetriel's leaving of her clan to spy at the Conclave, she had certainly thought she were the most awkward in social situations. Granted, "awkward" meant the use of sarcasm at the most inopportune of times, which had been a severe turn-off to both the fairer sex and potential friends. Such a fate became very clear when it had taken until her early twenties to receive her Vallaslin, which was a part of her background she still found embarrassment in. Much had changed after her clan had recognized her maturity and coming into her own, and confidence followed through with it.

Cullen bore a quality in social situations that Isetriel found common ground in. But she found his easily flustered nature far more charming in comparison to her own past shortcomings. He often showed his discomfort or embarrassment by the rubbing of his neck or the brushing of fingers through his hair. In silence, Isetriel always marveled at the action as quite attractive.

"Oh," Isetriel laughed and stood, "What a relief. So I'm not to expect an angered woman if I keep you long. One last challenge in my path."

She then took to the door, awaiting for Cullen to follow.