[That's really the crux of the matter, isn't it? Mirabelle went on a several months long quest to save her home and the people she loves, harrowing in its own way. Different but not dissimilar to what Siffrin must have gone through, or so Isabeau thinks. Accommodating Mirabelle's desire to stay and Siffrin's desire to leave is something that's surely been on everyone's minds. That's part of why he's so sure Odile is working on gathering supplies for the trip now, rather than making a plan with everyone first. Mid to late afternoon seems like a decent enough compromise for both their needs, even if it isn't a perfect one.

He's shaken from his thoughts by the now-clothed Siffrin's approach and an almost shy press of fingertips along his hand. Isabeau hesitates at the same time they do, their unfamiliarity with touch meeting his excitement to be approached in any way whatsoever, and he beams as fingers edge along his. He quickly sweeps that hand into his, palm to palm, and enjoys the way his heart goes pitter-pat just from having them near. Apologies for the way he radiates happiness.]

Yeah, let's go together!

[In a way, things haven't changed too much from a few days ago, relationship-wise. He's still every bit as thrilled as he always is whenever Siffrin is in his peripherals, except! Now there's all these bonus hand holds! And he doesn't have to catch himself and tone it down when he looks at them like they've got his whole heart in their hands. Holding Sif all night and brushing his hair effectively broke down quite a few of those touch-based barriers for Isabeau, who now almost absentmindedly reaches up to fix the hair that got mussed up from getting dressed. Tucking bright strands back into place, running his fingers through it to re-fluff a bit...]

We can help the good Madame with our extra arms to carry things, and also annoy her by being aggressively cute. Huhu, I'm looking forward to it...