the skin of a predator

Isla take your medicine It does sound too official, and Isla concedes the point with an amused smile while she deals with the tanner. It will be some time before her leather is ready, and so it's with a handwritten receipt that she leads them back towards the door to the establishment. His hand lands on her shoulder rather unexpectedly, Isla glancing up and furrowing her brow. Quietly, she reaches up to rest her hand over his, giving a grateful nod. "Thank you," she mumbles. "I... did you want to lead?" It comes almost blurted out as they step back into the darkened marketplace. "I think that's the difference. I just... I didn't ever want this. I did it because I had to, and I don't think I would miss it if I didn't do it any more, you know? I'm a healer, not a leader."