ISLA
Having been straightening out her consultation area after treating one of the spectators with mild sunstroke, Isla glances up automatically at the sound of her name, offering Remi a warm smile for his trouble (even if he's as bloody as she'd heard he would be from the chatter outside). "Hey, you," she trills, heading to a basin of clean, warm water and soaking a cloth in it. "Heard Sunjata gave you a bit of a love tap."
Squeezing out the excess water, she offers it out to the Bastion so he might clean himself up. Once done, she also grabs up one of the small bottles of fountain water. "This should make you feel good as new, or so I've been led to believe."
Before she can ask if he needs her to look at his nose prior to drinking the water, Hadama's voice booms out and a familiar White Knight's head pops through the tent, stealing up some water and disappearing without so much as a hello.
"Shit," the medic murmurs, poking her head out through the canvas to see what's going on.
Squeezing out the excess water, she offers it out to the Bastion so he might clean himself up. Once done, she also grabs up one of the small bottles of fountain water. "This should make you feel good as new, or so I've been led to believe."
Before she can ask if he needs her to look at his nose prior to drinking the water, Hadama's voice booms out and a familiar White Knight's head pops through the tent, stealing up some water and disappearing without so much as a hello.
"Shit," the medic murmurs, poking her head out through the canvas to see what's going on.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
