Isla
Self-care days are a foreign concept for a woman who has made her living as a field medic, and that was even before existing for years in a body that couldn't feel pleasure or exhaustion. And so even though Isla has no clinic to run, no patients to treat, no war to prepare for, the idea of wiling a day away on herself is unheard of. It isn't that she wouldn't enjoy it (she very much would, if she were better at pampering herself), but that it's such a foreign concept that it doesn't even occur to her as a possibility.
All of that is to say that she's making herself busy on the strip, currently helping out the owner of the tea shop. Forced to duck and weave under the spider webs in order to even get out through the door, Isla gathers her skirts up and hops back a few steps, before advising the owner to go inside. Only when he's safely sequestered out of the way does she shift, letting molten stripes and fiery fur take over.
A few swipes of the molten tiger's claws do cut through the cloud spiderwebs, but it's slow going at best.
All of that is to say that she's making herself busy on the strip, currently helping out the owner of the tea shop. Forced to duck and weave under the spider webs in order to even get out through the door, Isla gathers her skirts up and hops back a few steps, before advising the owner to go inside. Only when he's safely sequestered out of the way does she shift, letting molten stripes and fiery fur take over.
A few swipes of the molten tiger's claws do cut through the cloud spiderwebs, but it's slow going at best.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
