Isabell watched as Ashlynn clung to Ollie, her shoulders still trembling slightly from the emotional outburst, and decided that enough was enough for the evening. The young witch had been holding herself together through sheer force of will all day, and between the reunion with Ollie and the painful recounting of what had nearly killed him, she'd finally reached her breaking point.
"Ashlynn," Isabell said gently, rising from her seat and moving to stand beside the Mother of Trees. "Why don't you take Ollie somewhere private so you can attend to his deeper injuries? The healing you gave him earlier was enough to stabilize him, but he needs more than that if he's going to be ready for what's coming," she said gently.
She was still adjusting to the changes in her vision since becoming a witch, and she found herself more eager than ever for the replacement spectacles that Artificer Erkembalt was building for her.
