[SE] it looks back at you

Isla

Sniffing and reaching out for Sunjata, Isla takes his hand silently, shifting to walk closer with him as they head back towards her half-filled sled. "Thank you," she mumbles, trying on a smile as she peers up at him, though it's a flimsy attempt at best. "And you aren't, either," she adds, glancing skywards at the still falling snow. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

Once they reach the sled, it's with reluctance that Isla releases Sunjata's hand, taking up the sled rope again to give it a tug and get it moving. She pauses, though, at his question, her brow furrowing as she considers it. "At the beginning I knew it would be a bad idea," she murmurs. "After Varus, having all of... that... it would be too much. I'm worried it still might be. There's some advantage to not having to worry about sleep or food or pain, you know?"

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard