Isabella makes an interested noise.

"It's almost like a fabric at this thinness. How fascinating."

Then she suddenly straightens from her lean inwards, the movement almost a start.

"One moment, I've just realized I'm being a terrible hostess. Would you care to have some tea and a better-appointed room? This is intended as a ritual space, so I keep it quite bare: one of my parlors or sitting-rooms would likely be much more comfortable."