we're always running scared but holding knives
"Yes, at least there's that," Isla agrees good-naturedly, smiling and waiting for him to select the last additions to his new outfit, before leading them to where the (very pleased) merchant is ready for them. Isla makes her purchases and stands aside for Astaroth to do the same, pink cheeked and pleased, as always, to hear someone approving of her profession. (If only she knew why in this case, though).
"Mm, it's been... well, a lot has happened," she says, somewhat hesitant given that she's unsure if he's aware just how long it has been. "Would you like to head back to the clinic with me? My apartment is above it, and you can change out of those clothes, if you like." Too polite to make any mention of the state of his outfit, she's nonetheless aware that he's just crawled out of the Climb, and he looks the part.
If it suits him, she'll regale the story of the Voice en route back to the medical clinic - the second war, the Hollowed Grounds and its barrier, the Ascended and so on. "I'm not sure when the Ancients went under, exactly, but from what I've heard, it was far before the Voice was even around."
"Mm, it's been... well, a lot has happened," she says, somewhat hesitant given that she's unsure if he's aware just how long it has been. "Would you like to head back to the clinic with me? My apartment is above it, and you can change out of those clothes, if you like." Too polite to make any mention of the state of his outfit, she's nonetheless aware that he's just crawled out of the Climb, and he looks the part.
If it suits him, she'll regale the story of the Voice en route back to the medical clinic - the second war, the Hollowed Grounds and its barrier, the Ascended and so on. "I'm not sure when the Ancients went under, exactly, but from what I've heard, it was far before the Voice was even around."
Isla
