"There's nothing wrong with mussels and rice," Ashlynn protested gently as she stepped up beside Isabell and placed a reassuring hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Sometimes, we need the comforting and the familiar, especially when everything is changing so much, and aren't Lassian and Issandra at the age where it seems like everything around them is changing?"
"Especially Issandra," Ashlynn said as she gently released a thread of energy into Isabell's body, creating something like the taproot of a tree to siphon away the power the older woman had unconsciously gathered in her moment of turmoil. "Issandra's body is still transforming, and she's starting her apprenticeship at the same time, isn't she? It must be hard for her to be in such an unfamiliar environment among all the other apprentices at the Shipwright's guild while she's one of the only young women there…"
