Isis stared at the plump woman for a while. Taking a few deep breaths, she clicked her tongue and shook her head, realising that no matter what either of them said, they would never be able to change the other. It wasn't a matter of right or wrong, but an inherent cultural difference that couldn't be bridged without erasing the other. Cecile noticed it as well and smiled, having found the conversation fun but wishing to move on.
"So what are you to Seth? He has always been a free spirit, jumping from one person to another. Although he was with me for a short time, he was rather entertaining." Cecile happily said, taking a sip of tea. Putting the mug down, she clicked her fingers, and the collared lesser walked over, refilling it before stepping back.
"Travel companion. He is helping me travel and fill my journal." Although she didn't like what the woman believed, she did find Cecile pleasant enough and happily engaged in the conversation, ignoring the glaring problems about her.
