More job, less hobby, really. But it all equates out to the same thing: Isobel knows a lot and she takes in a lot... and she's good at researching things she doesn't know.

"Then it's a good thing we're here," she answers, raising her eyebrows a little bit and sitting back in her chair without a trace of worry or fear. Ilde is very lucky - or Isobel is, though she wouldn't know it now - that Isobel isn't in the mood to deal with a confrontation.

The very vague warning that Ilde knows what Isobel is is met with even more interest. So nymph-types can tell that sort of thing. "Impressive." Which is as close to an actual admission of interest - and possible jealousy - that Isobel will ever get. "Few can actually tell." There's just a slight warning in her tone not to go blabbing her secret. Isobel will leave Ilde alone if Ilde leaves Isobel alone.

Every single piece of information is taken in and filed away for future reference.

"If everything wants to kill you out there..." She pauses long enough to offer a sort of half-mischievous and half-dangerous sort of smile for a brief moment. "...it might help to already be dead."

Well, if Ilde already knows, it'll be no surprise to her.