Isla
"I am sure they will manage. Healers come in all shapes and sizes, after all." Isla smiles to Sunjata. Whether it's an Accepted with a healing item, an Abandoned with magic, or any surgeon, doctor and herbalist in between. "I'm glad to hear things are going well, though. The place is a welcome sight on the way through King's End."
Settling back and raising her eyebrows to hear about the region as a whole, even though the Remedy listens with as much quiet patience as Sunjata is likely used to from her, there's an unmistakeable flash of pride in her expression. "Hey," she says softly. "It doesn't have to all be done at once, remember. Make a list and a plan. People are happy here, even as things are. Anything else is a bonus. And you could always get a council."
Skyports and notice boards are nicer than thinking about an impending apocalypse, but Isla does let her smile soften into something grateful to hear that Sunjata would, once again, choose the needs of the few over the desires of the many. "I think that's really why Frey chose you," she offers. "You give everything a chance to grow, regardless of its origin."
Ahem. Anyway.
"A black sheep?" She raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you ought to take on all of them at once, show them how strong you've really become." It's said in jest, though Isla has no idea how close to being able to do such a thing Sunjata is these days. "Maybe send a letter to Ronin, then. He and Remi have moved back to Torchline, you know."
Settling back and raising her eyebrows to hear about the region as a whole, even though the Remedy listens with as much quiet patience as Sunjata is likely used to from her, there's an unmistakeable flash of pride in her expression. "Hey," she says softly. "It doesn't have to all be done at once, remember. Make a list and a plan. People are happy here, even as things are. Anything else is a bonus. And you could always get a council."
Skyports and notice boards are nicer than thinking about an impending apocalypse, but Isla does let her smile soften into something grateful to hear that Sunjata would, once again, choose the needs of the few over the desires of the many. "I think that's really why Frey chose you," she offers. "You give everything a chance to grow, regardless of its origin."
Ahem. Anyway.
"A black sheep?" She raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you ought to take on all of them at once, show them how strong you've really become." It's said in jest, though Isla has no idea how close to being able to do such a thing Sunjata is these days. "Maybe send a letter to Ronin, then. He and Remi have moved back to Torchline, you know."
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
