For a horrifying moment when she sits back down Isabelle realises that she's thrown herself at him without permission. She knows Reid is generally averse to that kind of thing, and Isabelle bites her lip. Still, he hugged her back and he's smiling, so maybe she hasn't totally put her foot in it. She'd just been so excited she'd forgotten herself, which is exactly the kind of thing she's been trained not to do. Darrow continues to change her, make her even less the kind of daughter that Maryse wanted, but the longer it goes, the less Isabelle minds.

"That's wonderful! You have to let me dress you, I promise I'm good at it." Isabelle is still finding her feet, learning everything she can from Kate to try and focus on this new career path, but she loves it. She dresses people by day and fights demons by night; it's all Isabelle could have ever hoped for.

"Sorry," she says afterwards, lowering her tone a little, "about before. I hugged without thinking, I didn't mean to."