NATE
Nate looks around the infirmary one last time himself, nodding along to Isla’s out loud ideas. “I’m sure She’d have some idea of how to help, if you asked.” A shrug accompanies the words, blue meeting blue as Nate’s gaze locks on Isla’s face, the smile fading for a breath as he looks at her.
“That’s wonderful Isla!” Much as he might not want to think on it, war is coming, and having a blade like that presses to your throat is enough to change anyone’s mind on magical healing. “What do you have to do? Can I help?” Nate leans in even closer, pushing at the edges of Isla’s personal space in a bid to be useful, as much as he can.
“That’s wonderful Isla!” Much as he might not want to think on it, war is coming, and having a blade like that presses to your throat is enough to change anyone’s mind on magical healing. “What do you have to do? Can I help?” Nate leans in even closer, pushing at the edges of Isla’s personal space in a bid to be useful, as much as he can.
I am the problem
And you just sit there watching
And you just sit there watching
