She's sitting right on top of the pile, blocking his access, too quiet to be defiant but still showing a glint of it in her eyes. It almost reminds him of the way that Robin gets sometimes, determined to set himself right in the middle of whatever path Ishiah's walking on, demanding his attention. Affection. Although, for what it's worth, Ishiah's pretty sure that this young girl isn't seeking the latter. He stares at her eyes, remembering the way that the smoky eyeshadow was practically smeared over her eyes the first time they met. They're lighter now, probably less make-up to apply, but there's still something shadowed about them.

He tosses the next log in a different direction, starting another pile.

"I won't tell you everything," he says first, just to make it clear. He's too private to tell anyone everything, Robin aside. "But I can tell you what I once was, though you may not believe it. Have you ever heard of peri?"