we're always running scared but holding knives
"It all looks quite festive, doesn't it?" Isla's voice is a softer tone as she steps up beside Flora, a cheerful smile on her face to see Darkeye doing something as innocuous as painting. After her previous conversation with the former-dwarf, she'd been worried that he'd be lost to preparations for war, for violence, for revenge. But no - here he is, creating.
"Do you need a hand?" she asks him, before glancing to Flora and holding out a hand for her to shake. "I'm Isla," she introduces herself. "I don't think I've seen you around the Grounds before. It's good to meet you."
"Do you need a hand?" she asks him, before glancing to Flora and holding out a hand for her to shake. "I'm Isla," she introduces herself. "I don't think I've seen you around the Grounds before. It's good to meet you."
Isla
