sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine Frowning gently, Isla nonetheless tucks herself beneath Sunjata's arm, taking shameless comfort from the Flood even as she finds herself freshly wracked with guilt. "I almost wish I hadn't asked you now," she says with a sad smile. "You and Nate could have had more time out here, together." The things they thought they could do back then, when hope had still been a whispered thing against the mounting conflict. "Oh? What are they about?" Isla manages a smile at his remarks, surprising no one more than herself, and she peeks across at the books as they begin walking again, trying to spy a title. "I used to read medical texts to you, remember. It takes a lot to bore me to sleep." Then again, that had been back before she needed sleep. He's got a point, though, about the loft, Isla glancing up at him and nodding. "Maybe we can build some shelving into the roof space," she suggests. "You have been doing a lot of hoarding lately. Does Longheat make the dragon in you greedy?"