Isla
It doesn't feel okay, based on his dropping from the sky as a dragon, but Isla is willing to take his word for it today, and she's just tugging the sled forward through the snowfall when Sunjata promptly relieves her of it. She doesn't remark so much as she reaches up to gently pinch his cheek in admonishment, the medic choosing not to snag it back, but she does keep an eye out for any firewood instead.
The mention of pros and cons has Isla frowning out into the semi-blizzard before them, as if the haze of white will hold any answers for her. "Honestly, I don't remember what it's like to properly sleep, any more. I don't even know what my comfort food would be, it's been so long." And she laughs, because if she doesn't she'll realise how empty a life that is, how much of a shell of a person she's become.
"Would you do it, if you were me?" she asks suddenly, glancing back up at him. "Become an Ancient, I mean."
The mention of pros and cons has Isla frowning out into the semi-blizzard before them, as if the haze of white will hold any answers for her. "Honestly, I don't remember what it's like to properly sleep, any more. I don't even know what my comfort food would be, it's been so long." And she laughs, because if she doesn't she'll realise how empty a life that is, how much of a shell of a person she's become.
"Would you do it, if you were me?" she asks suddenly, glancing back up at him. "Become an Ancient, I mean."
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
