believer, believe it

Back through the portal, back from King's End; the trip simultaneously feels as though it takes an age and an instant. But as she finally parts ways with Nate and Azrael, as she's left alone with her companion - and gods does it feel strange to have that presence in her mind after so long - to meander back towards the house she shares with Varus. She has given the Prince her coat to wrap about his waist, but it's still very much a naked man following after her, and she smiles apologetically to him as she approaches the door. "I am sure there will be some clothes here that will fit you," she says, though in reality she's not all that confident. The Prince and Varus are not similar builds, and though her companion's smile is warm and grateful, and she's sure he can make anything look good, it's still a problem. Opening the door to lead them inside, Isla calls out for Varus. "I'm home! Don't freak out... we found a relic. And the Prince. Er... the relic is the Prince." Isla the flesh is weak