Isla
Her keen hearing catches the sound of his voice, however raspy it might be in its current state, and Isla makes a beeline for the corner booth. Offering a sad smile, she sets down her first aid kit and sits down into the booth beside Sunjata, leaning across for a gentle hug hello. "I heard," she murmurs, to save him the pain (physical and otherwise) of reiterating everything that went on. "I'm glad you got out of there. You're more important than whatever relic was out there."
She means it too, the Remedy drawing back to give him a quick glance over before reaching out to start opening up her first aid kit. "What can I do?" she wants to know, eyeing up his neck and the bottle of whiskey and settling on at least one tincture before Sunjata gives his input.
She means it too, the Remedy drawing back to give him a quick glance over before reaching out to start opening up her first aid kit. "What can I do?" she wants to know, eyeing up his neck and the bottle of whiskey and settling on at least one tincture before Sunjata gives his input.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
