Lucas made his way up the stairs, heading in the direction that Illyria had pointed him to. He was still afraid he would get the wrong room though. Standing outside of the mostly closed door, Lucas tapped lightly on the wood three times before gently speaking. “Hey, Bella?” His hand came out to push the door open slightly so that he was able to peer into the room. And, it seemed he had followed the directions correctly because there she was, lying in bed. A smile grew on his lips. Even when she was ill, he was happy to see her. “So, I heard you weren’t feeling very well and I thought that maybe you would like something to help?” He said, holding out a bowl of his mother’s special homemade soup. It didn’t have any magical properties, of course, especially because it didn’t have the kind, gentle touch of his mother to really instil that love of cooking into the broth – but it always helped him when he wasn’t feeling good. Whether it was sickness or something else. Perhaps that was just his mother’s cooking though. Still, he had tried it before coming over and it seemed just fine to him. The wizard walked over to the bedside table and placed the bowl down, pulling out a spoon that Illyria had given him just moments before, and he placed that beside it. “And if that doesn’t help, then I thought some company might.” Lucas offered a smile.
Illness always managed to creep up on Isabella sometime during the winter months and finally, it had made an appearance. The young woman was just happy that it had managed to hold off until after Christmas and the New Year celebrations. Though, she had been bed bound for all of two days and was beginning to grow tired and just want to be out and about - though it’s likely that she wouldn’t get far with what little strength she had. Weirdly, she missed the people.. Sure, Illyria had been a constant help - but she wanted to be out enjoying the snow and meeting more people.. She still didn’t have many friends in the town. Though that was understandable considering her nature, not many wizards were fond of squibs. Hearing a light creak from the door being opened, the young woman let her eyes slowly flicker open, a smile coating her face as her gaze settled on the face of her ex-boyfriend, her heart swelling as it did. Seeing him never failed to make her smile.. She’d found that out a long time ago, though she was surprised it hadn’t changed - considering the terms their relationship now settled in. “You’re a lifesaver, Luc.. Honestly.” Isabella smiled then shuffled up in the bed, exhaling heavily as her back rested against the cool wood of the headboard. “Mama Sutton’s famous veggie soup?” Her eyes lit up as they trailed toward the bowl that sat on the bedside table. Nodding her head in response to his statement, Isabella then smiled once again. “Company is lovely. I mean.. Don’t get me wrong I love spending time with my sister. But there’s only so many times you can see one face without growing bored.” She laughed lightly and ran a hand back through her hair.
