The obvious awkwardness is allowed to pass without comment and she smiles, turning to her work when he brings up Isidor. She has her thoughts on the patron, but there will be a time and a place to sound them out, that's not here or now.

A nervous laugh escapes her and she echoes the amusing phrase, "Brother from another mother..." Returning to the topic, she shrugs a shoulder shyly. "Oh, he described you kindly. He said you were the best friend he'd ever known, and wise. But when he said you were undead, and from another world..." She sighs and lifts her face to reveal her apologetic expression. "All the undead I have heard of are violent, angry beings. They are vicious and horrible to look at. I... worried you might be like that, like a draugr."