Isla
"No need to apologise. She is at the Hanged Man, I think," Isla says, assuming that would be the extent of their interaction. (It usually is, when people come to the door looking for Torchline's gorgeous queen). As he continues, though, her pebble blues flick down to the bag he carries, and one can consider her curiosity piqued.
"That's very kind of you," she says, stepping aside in the doorway. "Please, come in - you can drop it off here. Did you say your mother was a doctor? Gods, hopefully she's having more luck than I am trying to figure this all out. I'm Isla, by the way." Taking it in her stride that Ever has already recognised her as a medic if nothing else, it's still polite to give an introduction.
"You work at the Hanged Man, don't you?" she calls back, having already stepped further into the house towards the kitchen. "I think I've seen you there a few times."
"That's very kind of you," she says, stepping aside in the doorway. "Please, come in - you can drop it off here. Did you say your mother was a doctor? Gods, hopefully she's having more luck than I am trying to figure this all out. I'm Isla, by the way." Taking it in her stride that Ever has already recognised her as a medic if nothing else, it's still polite to give an introduction.
"You work at the Hanged Man, don't you?" she calls back, having already stepped further into the house towards the kitchen. "I think I've seen you there a few times."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
