we're always running scared but holding knives
"Mm, that's true enough. If nothing else, Torchline has form for pulling together when it counts." When Apopo erupted, throughout the war when half the city decided it belonged more in the sky, and now this. She half thinks the place deserves a break, actually. "And gods, here's hoping for that," she agrees with a warm nod. Having never been stone, Isla still doesn't wish it on anyone. Indeed, she's left wondering how many others are still left up there in the Climb.
It's a thought that disappears as Astaroth grabs her attention again, the Remedy offering a soft smile and nodding at his explanation. "I'm glad you weren't aware of it, honestly. That sounds like it would be torture." Feeling every hour and day tick by and being able to do nothing about it; a recipe for madness, surely.
"Well, I wish you every bit of luck out there," she adds, raising her teacup in a cheers. "And if you are ever in Torchline and need a hand, my doors are always open."
It's a thought that disappears as Astaroth grabs her attention again, the Remedy offering a soft smile and nodding at his explanation. "I'm glad you weren't aware of it, honestly. That sounds like it would be torture." Feeling every hour and day tick by and being able to do nothing about it; a recipe for madness, surely.
"Well, I wish you every bit of luck out there," she adds, raising her teacup in a cheers. "And if you are ever in Torchline and need a hand, my doors are always open."
Isla
