((Alright, here it is. Sorry I took so long. :oops:))

Isis slowly turned back to face him when he spoke. The tone he used was soft and quiet, something she didn't expect from the other doll. Isis could help wondering what it was that had seperated them, but didn't ask. Lost was still lucky to know that Life was alive and well, even if they did not get along. This was something Isis wished she could have back, but that seemed impaossible to the blonde doll. She blushed, her cheeks turned a light rose color. "I'm sorry to hear that." she said quietly. A frown creased her brow as worry clouded her features when Lost started to breath differently. "A-Are you alright?" She asked, concern slowly creeping into her voice. His coughing was from lack of speaking, but he seemed to be having trouble breathing and Isis didn't like that one bit.

((I may bring in her sister, I'm just not sure yet.))