The West Team
Ah. So Stiorra was indeed Isolla. That complicated things. Drake sighed as Ben promised not to get mad at him only to get fairly heated in his questioning. Still, it should be easy enough to de-escalate this situation, as after all, he'd be telling the truth. "All Matheld's letter said was that she thought Stiorra might be Isolla. This was not a guarantee, and regardless she wanted us here. I decided not to tell you because I didn't want to get your hopes up. From your own account you've never forgiven yourself for letting her slip away, I didn't think it would be kind to tell you she was here only to find out that Matheld's hunch was wrong. No one knew for sure...hell, I still didn't know until you just told me. So yes, I didn't tell you that Matheld had a hunch. But it wouldn't have changed anything we've done if you'd have known. Instead, I saved you weeks of worry and uncertainty, and had she not been Isolla you would have continued on not knowing or feeling miserable about the fact the hunch was wrong." Drake shrugged. "In my own experience, being saved from questionable knowledge like that is in and of itself valuable. Now then, if that's all, if you'll excuse me..." The alchemist moved off, heading towards Lilith's tent, uncertain if he'd be welcome but wanting to see if she wanted the company all the same.