"Definitely not!" Isabel's more than a bit embarrassed at that, but if the guy is being reassuring that she did no harm, she's going to not worry so much.

Though she has to stare a little bit at his familiar. It's a little bit of surprise, and a whole lot of admiration.

"You have one pretty familiar," she breathes. At that, her own lifts a clawed paw to poke at her leg.

"You might grow up pretty, honey, but you are firmly in the 'cute' category. Don't worry, that's got a lot of mileage in it, too." She laughs at that, though.