She blinks at him. It is confusing. She doesn't remember dying. She doesn't feel like she came back from the dead! It hurts too much. That headache started to throb again trying to parse it all.

"But. Huh. I was dead and now I'm alive? How long was I dead?" She has no memory of crocodiles or otherwise. "Where were we? "

Isabella shakes her head at him for the second apology," I am here now. That's good right? Don't be guilty. We, uh, just won't do that again?"

She smiles at him.