ISLA
And thus Isla is able to live out a dream that more than one passer-by in Stormbreak might have had at some point; seeing Everest Hart, shirtless, pouring water all over his upper body. Granted, she has no idea why such a thing might be firmly a fantasy - she doesn't know the aviator all that well yet - and so instead she's merely left pink cheeked and smiling as he recovers from his brush with sunstroke.
"You're very welcome," she murmurs, accepting the empty bottle back and leaving it on top of the box so they can remember to refill it. "Perhaps next time we should arrange to do something like this at dusk when the sun isn't at its full strength." In the meantime, though, she bends to pick up Ever's shirt to hand it to him, and then to pick up the box of kits.
"We can still take these to the Hanged Man," she offers. "It would make sense to have them in a central location to hand out to people, especially since I don't have a clinic set up yet."
"You're very welcome," she murmurs, accepting the empty bottle back and leaving it on top of the box so they can remember to refill it. "Perhaps next time we should arrange to do something like this at dusk when the sun isn't at its full strength." In the meantime, though, she bends to pick up Ever's shirt to hand it to him, and then to pick up the box of kits.
"We can still take these to the Hanged Man," she offers. "It would make sense to have them in a central location to hand out to people, especially since I don't have a clinic set up yet."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
