Whatever doubt Tetradore bore, whatever disbelief he held that he was indeed here, within his Ark dancing with her was reassured entirely by the simplest of whispers leaving her ruby red lips. Tetradore was entirely certain that this moment was no more then a wistful dream, one in which he would be forced to awake from with the hatred and anxiety still filling her crystalline orbs at his mere presence. A smile touched his masculine features at her words, his voice soft as he felt inclined to reply, "Thank you." Tetradore let her pull away from him, if only momentarily whilst he was vastly more distracted by a plaguing notion that took over the entirety of his thought process. The sea shell was a silly gift, one in which he'd given her if only because the sand dollar reminded him of her in some facet. They were uniquely beautiful, every single one of them and extremely delicate. It was an exact mirror of what he saw in her.

Tetradore was oblivious to her watchful awe as he led her deeper into the confines of his ship. The grandeur that surrounded him had become a daily thing, one that was in truth too much for his tastes at times. Tonight, however, Tetradore walked past the gilded gold and wooden walls without so much of a glance to them as he led her through the large double doors of his own room. Her comment was the only thing that caused the inebriated were-panther to pause, turning back to glance at her with a glimpse of confusion. "What?" He inquired, not entirely putting together the pieces of what she was inferring. "No, it's just...my sister....isn't too fond of me...or Tobias for that matter." He admitted with a hint of guilt, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. In truth he didn't want to go into the details of his siblings distaste for him. He didn't particularly understand her insistence to butt heads with him just as much as he failed to understand why she seemed to enjoy provoking Tobias so. Either way, he tried not to dwell on it too much, the words she'd spoken still haunting him to some degree.

It was with his sister in mind that he reached out to pick up the sea shell from the window sill, presenting it to her with a small, lingering hint of hesitance. His emerald gaze drifted upwards towards her, watching her as she plucked the shell from the palm of his hand. Her whispered words of gratitude brought a pleased grin to his lips though he hardly even considered the eventful night upon the beach when he had first presented the spontaneous "gift" to her. The last thing he had anticipated was for the young woman to dwell upon the eventful night at the beach. He stepped closer towards the redhead at the sound of the genuine apology within her soprano voice. "Isolt...hush." Tetradore spoke softly, his baritone voice once again regaining that low husky tone. "There is nothing to forgive. You did nothing wrong. I just....wanted you to have it. I know it's silly." His emerald eyes glanced down as he reached down, taking her hand within his and slowly he folded her fingers over the shell. "I promise next time to get you something better, okay?" He inquired, a mischievous look crossing his masculine features.