we're always running scared but holding knives
The term Acquired, while being one that Isla knows distantly, is still enough to have her head tilting, and she smiles softly to hear his description of The Climb and the world he's stepped out from. "It must be difficult, to just suddenly be here like this," she remarks. The clinic comes into view soon enough, its sign squeaking softly in the breeze, and the Remedy leads them up the small set of steps to the side of the building to her apartment.
"There are quite a few Ancients around now, though, that I've seen. Granted, a lot of them were former Ascended, myself included..." And of course that opens the door to the tale about how Dygra was reawoken and how the Voice actually ceased to be, and so Isla tries to give him the most gentle version of that while she lets them into her space. Quiet, airy and (naturally) filled with books and the sorts of creature comforts that befit a woman without much time to really indulge in them, Isla gestures for Astaroth to make himself at home.
"It's been a few years since then," she concludes softly. "I suppose there must be so many Ancients still out there, though, in stasis."
"There are quite a few Ancients around now, though, that I've seen. Granted, a lot of them were former Ascended, myself included..." And of course that opens the door to the tale about how Dygra was reawoken and how the Voice actually ceased to be, and so Isla tries to give him the most gentle version of that while she lets them into her space. Quiet, airy and (naturally) filled with books and the sorts of creature comforts that befit a woman without much time to really indulge in them, Isla gestures for Astaroth to make himself at home.
"It's been a few years since then," she concludes softly. "I suppose there must be so many Ancients still out there, though, in stasis."
Isla
