Isla
Tilting her head as she hears the aviator out, Isla shouldn't be surprised that it is, in fact, drugs that contribute to Ever's lowered inhibitions, but to listen to him, it's not the only reason. "Well, I hope the world is treating you kindly out here, out of your own head," she says with a warm smile, though in itself she considers her question answered.
As for what brings her out this way, she gestures to the satchel over her shoulder, opening it to show him the herbs inside. "Nothing nefarious I'm afraid. The clinic was low on a few supplies, so I came out to see what I could find." Closing the satchel again, she glances to the horizon to check how long she's actually been away.
"I should be getting back soon, probably. Do you want to walk with me? Or are you happy out here?"
As for what brings her out this way, she gestures to the satchel over her shoulder, opening it to show him the herbs inside. "Nothing nefarious I'm afraid. The clinic was low on a few supplies, so I came out to see what I could find." Closing the satchel again, she glances to the horizon to check how long she's actually been away.
"I should be getting back soon, probably. Do you want to walk with me? Or are you happy out here?"
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
