Once the adrenaline wore off and the numbness that followed that huge word Legacy she felt, almost pleased. It wasn't easy but somehow she'd survived and even been accepted as a Silver Leaf, no doubt probationary but it was still more than she'd expected. To know that the old man's words had carried such weight was daunting, he had always been her personal hero as a prisoner and as a friend, to know his life before the prison had affected others so violently was almost terrifying. Isabella walked away but part of the girl wanted to chase her and ask her thousands of questions about the man they shared a hero in.
She couldn't live up to the weight of his burden, his legacy? Was he joking, if so it wasn’t' funny she was never going to be as good as he was at anything. He'd laid his life down for a common street rat, he'd protected her despite knowing what the cost would easily be. He'd gained scars because of her from the prison and he'd lived a humble life after being released. She wasn't that altruistic, she couldn't be that kind. Still, one step at a time, she'd managed not to be killed by a whip wielding blind woman, she'd managed not to be shot by a dozen or more archers, speared by magus or run through by swordsman. She'd managed to make somewhat of a truce with the tribal woman who didn't want to eat her now (as much at least), which meant she could finally accept the kindness of the Mandi and possibly have a relaxed chat with him. She figured she'd likely been a bit brazen so would have to make it up to him.
However before the relaxed look could make its way onto her features it was the Mandi's turn to lash out at her. The sting of the wounds on her neck were once again forced into the background as the Mandi tore into the fresh wounds Isabella had left and ripped at the tender areas therein. Visibly Murr flinched as his first barrage hit her without warning and then she managed to find her composure and ready herself for the oncoming torrent of anger and disgust. She was no little bit disappointed, of all the people in the room he was her hope for a little company and now it seemed he held as much bile for her as the others in this room.
Once he too had finished and walked away she was left with the numb feeling that followed pain, she imagined it was to give the mind enough time to cope with whatever was to come. Her brows furrowed a moment, attempting to figure out one part of his tirade, insult? Who had she insulted? She wasn’t' sure, she'd insulted everyone technically and yet, was it the mammoth? No his anger was more personal than that. How had she insulted the Mandi though? She had hardly said a thing to him, she couldn’t' have used his name as she didn't know it and the rest of what she said was not insulting, brazen perhaps but not insulting? Or was it?
Despite her confusion she still felt the crushing realisation as it hit her. She now truly was alone in this room, she would not be accepted at any table with any more grace than the Mandi had just shown her and she wasn't strong enough to take any more damage today. The only exception might have been Isabella's table but if she were sat with others they would likely raise an objection or two and it would be unlikely Isabella would stop them. The woman owed her nothing and quite the reverse, Murr owed her everything. The only friendliness in the room had just been destroyed and as the chatter and laughter resumed around her she felt more alone than she ever had on the streets. She was an outsider even here, the only difference to staying here and being out there was here she'd have food and high walls to protect her. She'd have a certain amount of security from the outside world that the streets would never provide.
She stayed for a moment, she wasn't hungry any more, the idea of eating felt like ash in her throat and swallowing was tricky enough with the still weeping wound around her throat. She couldn't stay in this room any longer, she had too much to think about and no one to share with. Her empty hand rose to stroke the wound about her throat, it stung but the pain was enough to get her moving again. One foot crossed behind the other and in a single movement she'd turned one eighty and was heading for the doors to the mess hall and unless physically stopped she slipped from the room with only the faint thud of the door as it closed behind her. She might as well finish what she'd started, the sausage links in hand felt like lead but she had to carry on.