[ Admittedly, Isabeau kinda misses the boisterous loud energy that a bar usually is but the town really is small. No crowd from travel or a heavily populated town to bring constant chatter and company within. Either way, he tries not to focus too much on it, moving to go and seat them both at the bar where they'll be provided with their drink of choice. ]

Even so, it feels like I didn't.. do anything for you, for Sif.

[ He wasn't able to protect them. Couldn't even find any sign of their... bodies... and ugh, that thought makes him shudder, shaking his head. His expression pinches, feeling that bubble of nausea that he is more than eager to chase away with a drink. It won't help, not permanently, but it'll help to distract him. ]

..I. I guess not.

[ No, it wouldn't have done or changed anything but he still feels like he's failed them. He fiddles with his glass, before he decides to continue the conversation along. ] So what was it like in the house? You guys were just essentially ghosts, right?