[Isabella takes her hand gently and respectively, and in the tradition of where she was brought up, she kisses the back of it. It was required if one extended a hand to her because of her social class.]

My name is Isabella, Lady Bryn.

[ It's clear those are real wings, for they move with her and counter balance when she stands back to attention. There's even a little twinge of pain on Isabella's face for a scant moment as she jostled the bad wing wrong. ]

Perhaps we can figure out this mystery together?