sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine Isla disguises the relief she doesn't expect to feel at Sunjata's response by taking another, more measured sip of her drink, the Remedy only glancing up at his (somewhat unexpected) laughter. It's a contagious sound, and she doesn't try to hide the grin on her face as she spies the reactions of everyone else around the bar. "Careful, or you'll be getting unwanted attention no matter what your feelings about it," she warns, only to playfully scrunch her nose at the memory of the beach. "I'm glad your demigodly constitution came through for you then, otherwise you'd have probably been sick in my hair. And I really wouldn't have ever let you live it down," she murmurs, already starting to feel a comfortably numbing warmth start to spread through her chest and along her fingertips. His cockiness, though, has her raising her eyebrows, Isla leaning an elbow on the bar to turn and face Sunjata properly. "Is that so?" she says, mischief audible in her voice. "With that attitude, I suppose you'll be expecting special treatment too, instead of waiting for an appointment like everyone else?"