Isla
Isla keeps an eye on the path in front of them while Noah watches his feet, the Remedy smiling and nodding politely as he offers his name. "Isla," she replies. "It's nice to meet you. And probably a stroke of luck on my part, given that I was going entirely in the wrong direction." At least she can get to Torchline at some point in the next day or so. And while unexpected, the company is admittedly nice.
"A brothel isn't my usual haunt, no," she agrees with a soft laugh. "I was working there for a while, though - as a doctor, I ought to add. I took care of the infirmary there." But that's toeing close to the well why did you leave line, and she clears her throat and glances back to Noah. "Are you from the Grounds?" she asks, remembering that he said he'd come from that direction.
"A brothel isn't my usual haunt, no," she agrees with a soft laugh. "I was working there for a while, though - as a doctor, I ought to add. I took care of the infirmary there." But that's toeing close to the well why did you leave line, and she clears her throat and glances back to Noah. "Are you from the Grounds?" she asks, remembering that he said he'd come from that direction.
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
