As she lay stiffly, curled up uncomfortably in the fetal position, Isabella couldn't help but remind herself that she had never cared for confined spaces. It was an issue she'd dealt with since childhood, ever since she had to share a tiny tent with her troop as a Fireside Girl. She didn't like to feel trapped, and she often found herself longing for space to move hers limbs about freely.
But as she felt Phineas' hot breath trickle down her neck as he reached across her body, she decided that perhaps such restriction wasn't so bad.