ISLA
"If ever there was a time for tearing up, it's now," Isla protests, smooching another kiss against his cheek before clutching him close again, letting her head tilt to rest on his shoulder. Another smile curls across her lips as he starts to explain, the Remedy softly nodding her understanding. "I can't even imagine. It must be like starting again fresh," she murmurs.
Reluctantly stepping back to gaze up at him again, she tilts her head and considers his new title with a playful nudge of her hip. "The Bastion, huh?" she repeats, before consideration gives way to approval, and she allows him to pick up the cart again. (This time, though, she links an arm with him as they walk).
"I'm so happy for you," Isla whispers, leaning gently against him. "I bet Ronin is thrilled as well."
Reluctantly stepping back to gaze up at him again, she tilts her head and considers his new title with a playful nudge of her hip. "The Bastion, huh?" she repeats, before consideration gives way to approval, and she allows him to pick up the cart again. (This time, though, she links an arm with him as they walk).
"I'm so happy for you," Isla whispers, leaning gently against him. "I bet Ronin is thrilled as well."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
