He doesn't understand her. Most of the time, with humans, their displays of emotion are so bright, overdone, that it's impossible for Ishiah to miss them. They wail when they're hurt, they hum when they're in love, they all wear their hearts on their sleeves, but this girl, he can't tell what she's trying for at all. He only knows that she's staring in his direction, and he can only wonder what she sees.

"Someone I held dear disappeared from the island," he breathes, letting his arm relax while they talk. There's no point in lying about this. "And I would rather not think about it, or about anything in specific."