Vérzés looks at Hubris with a tilted head, wondering why the bronze dragon appears to be having some sort of a fit. Volterra pays neither dragon any mind, because he's fully focused on Isopia. There's a lingering sense of loss in his mind, like he's missed out on an argument or at the very least a few sharp words - he hadn't expected the first words she says to him after what happened to be about Kisamoa, even if his had been. For some reason, he'd thought she would be the first to mention events, but he quickly realises what a stupid assumption that had been. He responds in kind, although the slight twitch of his muscles and bewildered flickering of an ear imply that he's concerned. "You intend to do as he asks?" he replies.

Meanwhile, Vérzés' complete focus on Hubris has caused him to suspect something odd. Like his bonded, the red isn't the most perceptive of creatures, but the bronze's behaviour is enough to incite his curiosity. When Hubris gestures for him to follow, the red does so without a second thought, leaping from Volterra's back and darting through the trees after his bronze friend.

The Indomitable hardly notices the absence of weight on his back, because Isopia is answering his second - and vastly more important - question. Fine. The answer is like a slap to his face, and his expression twists into one of sudden hurt. How can she be fine? Did what happened mean nothing to her? Surely he couldn't have misjudged the situation so badly - he'd seen the rage, the pain, inside her that day, and he's quite sure she's not that good an actress. "You're fine?" he repeats flatly, his voice guarded and quite clearly suspicious. "How can you be fine? Kis hollo, you can talk to me, you know you can. I think we need to discuss what happened." His gravelly voice is softer now, as though talking to a frightened kitten; this is his one golden chance to speak to her, to sort things out once and for all. Perhaps it's naiive of him to think that one conversation can make them right again, can take them back to where they were, but if Volterra doesn't have hope then he doesn't have anything.

His focus on Isopia is so single-minded that the tendril of thought with his dragons is cut down to the thinnest of slivers. Vadir is hunting, so there's nothing of importance there, and Vérzés is with Hubris....no, that's also unimportant, the two are probably just sorting out their own differences after the fight. Little does he know that at that precise moment, Hubris is imparting something on the red dragon that almost makes Vérzés fall from the sky with the sheer shock of it, the raw horror of the information. Ophelia take her memories. Not remember baby, not remember Volterra. The red barely catches himself on his leathery wings as the weight of the revelation hits him. He chirps a thanks, but knows as well as Hubris that they can't stay away for too long. He follows the bronze back to their bondeds, his mind spinning, desperately trying to compute.

He drops onto Volterra's back with a meaningful grunt, but the stallion doesn't even notice. "Need to tell you something," he says to his bonded, but the beast simply gives a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. Not now, Vérzés, he replies, further cutting down the tendril of their bond. He can't afford to be distracted now, not when this could be the most important conversation he'll ever have with Isopia.

"It important", whines the dragon, wrapping one paw around a chunk of Volterra's mane and tugging it insistently. The behemoth gives a sharp hiss and wiggles his back to try and hush the red. I said not now. Perhaps he's being overly dismissive, but he really doesn't have the time for whatever trivial nugget of information Vérzés is going to give to him. No, it's far more important that he have his wits about him here, because Isopia is speaking again; she asks if he will help with the tasks, and he nods gratefully. This, he's assuming, is an invitation for the two of them to go off alone and discuss things, so naturally he agrees. "Of course." Truthfully he'd had no intentions of being Kisamoa's bitch, but talking to Isopia is vastly more important than his moral misgivings.

"Shall we?" he rumbles, moving so as to leave the crowd and go deeper into the Rotunda in search of logs to clear. Out of the corner of one red eye he sees Hubris waving at him, as though the dragon has never met him before - odd, he thinks, but unimportant. Just as unimportant as Vérzés' now frantic tugging on his mane, which he continues to studiously ignore whilst the red dragon whimpers anxiously. Vérzés looks helplessly to Hubris, trying to tell the bronze with a look that he's struggling to get through to his bone-headed bonded, and subtly redoubles his efforts to break through Volterra's mental wall so he can deliver his news.