Let Me See Your Bones

(oh god oh fuck I should have just sketched his dick, I'm sorry!) "Neither am I. I can do what I need to in a pinch, but I'll always be a medic at heart, I suppose," Isla agrees. The past LongNight proved that she could fight if she was forced to, but given a choice she'd always much prefer to be in the infirmary to take care of those coming off the battlefield. She follows Bastien's gaze down to her work, a bright and bashful smile tugging at her lips to hear his remarks. "I have been told that I am a workaholic," she admits. "Whilst it may be academic, having you model has been very useful nonetheless. I could sketch your whole skeleton given enough time." And she might just ask to. What he says next, though, blindsides her enough to have her jaw softly dropping, Isla raising her brows up at him. "I have never gone seeking leadership," she says, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "What help would you need...?" Isla the flesh is weak