In response she had nothing to say. What was there to say? Although fairly naive when it came to conversational implicatures, Isopia was fairly sure that Ros was trying to bait her. Into doing what, the demi-child had no idea. All she knew was that Ros was picking at something, but whatever it was, Iso didn't have it. She didn't have a fuse, a breaking point, or a melting point. Nothing was going to bubble over, so there was nothing to incite. In response to her cousin's statement, she merely shrugged her shoulders and continued to move crystal shards back towards the walls. "Time will tell." She muttered more to herself than to her kin.

Pausing for a moment, Isopia watched the owl - no the skunk - begin to help with the cleanup. It brought another tentative smile to her death-marked face, and sparked a twinge of longing inside of her chest. The girl had already decided that Ros was given this creature, and Iso wondered why. Although her curiosity was not out of concern for Ros and delving into how or why the small creature might be beneficial to her overly emotional older cousin, but as to how she might secure one for herself. If nothing else, companions seemed incredibly handy to have around. In the back of her mind she could hear Thunderhead scolding her for such thoughts, so with another shrug she cast away thoughts of bonding and returned to cleaning the crystal.

Once most of it was swept away, back towards the walls where it could potential house more life, the girl picked up one large unbroken piece with her wings and inspected it for a moment. "I wonder if it's too big ... Will he mind?" Her mumbling was soft, but her gaze was razor sharp as she inspected the fragment. She had no idea why her Father would even request this of her, so she had no way of knowing whether or not the piece she was holding was suitable or not. For a third time she shrugged - if it wasn't, it was her Father's fault for not being more specific she decided finally.

Turning her hardened stare back on the small duo she paused. "Finished?" It was unclear as to whether she meant finished-packing, or finished-having-an-emotional-outburst, or finished-whatever-the-fuck-you're doing. But oddly, she appeared to be waiting for an answer before leaving.