sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine "Mm. You've got a lot of talents, but that's one of your hidden ones," Isla agrees softly, her voice a touch muffled against his chest, and she finds herself absently chasing the scars across Sunjata's skin with her fingertips. "It's not so bad, though. The people who matter most won't let you get away with it." She means, of course, people like Bart and Melita, but perhaps it would be fair to include herself in those ranks as well. "Mm, I guess I will," Isla says softly, peeping up at the Flood and smiling much more softly in response to the innocent look he levels down at her. Her fingers sneak up to softly grip his jaw, as if she might be able to gently shake his true expression to the surface; for now, though, she merely nestles back down beside him. "Goodnight, Jata." And see you later, she almost says, when the inevitable nightmares come for him.