"No," Isabelle says, voice soft, shaking her head. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault."

Or, maybe it is. Isabelle doesn't know who's at fault here. It could be anyone she's seen, anyone she's ran into. It could be somebody she hasn't ran into yet. Maybe it's time to take a step back and stop trying to run at this full force. Maybe the key here is to wait until the right time to attack. Alec was always better at strategizing than she is.

She pulls in a breath, and tries for a smile. She's never been good at forcing that sort of thing, but she's making an effort. "You said there was a hot spring?"