sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine "Mm, something like that," Isla agrees with a grin, gazing over her shoulder at Sunjata as she pulls the shirt over her head. "Probably a little bit less obsidian and a lot less everyone-hating-you, though." Spooky and mysterious or not, she's had enough of being looked at like she's the enemy for one lifetime. Still peering up at the slanted loft roof as if trying to imagine the staircase - and some shelving in the meantime for the rest of Sunjata's horde - Isla only glances back as he flops onto the bed. Her bare feet at silent as she pads across to join him, climbing up the length of the bed and flopping down. "Yeah," she says, of him being able to make her day less shitty, and already she's rolling against him to throw an arm across his chest, nestling her face into his shoulder. "You can stay right there for a bit, if that's alright. I know it's too hot... but you did ask." And here she throws a leg over his waist for good measure, too.