As Rhys furrowed his brows and looked at her skeptically, Isis couldn't help but find his doubt amusing, given her rather unconventional response to her injuries. She had always been one to embrace the unexpected, and the way he questioned her only piqued her interest further.

With a mischievous glimmer in her eye, she tilted her head slightly, allowing her wavy hair to cascade over her bruised cheek. "Well, Ill admit, I've had better days," she replied coyly, her lips curling into a sly smile. "But do I really look as bad as your face implies?" she gently touched her cheek and winced at the pain already emanating.

The playful remark slipped from her lips before she could fully consider the consequences. A part of her wanted to tease him, to see how the strait-laced copper would react to her banter. Even if he seemed like a desperately earnest creature.

She hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. As much as she prided herself on her independence, walking alone to the docklands at this hour might not be the wisest choice, especially given her current condition. Discretion was indeed the better part of valor, and a temporary escort couldn't hurt.

"Well, I suppose I could use some company on the way to the docklands," she conceded, her tone light and teasing. "After all, I wouldn't want you to miss the chance to admire my impeccable walking skills." her gait only slightly affected by her injuries. She motioned for him to join her, falling into step beside her, and together they strolled through the dimly lit streets.

'Do all Bobby's go around at night looking for damsels to assist?'