Isla
"Not to worry, I assure you. The real wounds are buried elsewhere in this region." Isla smiles softly, matching him step for step. Memories that lay buried in the Domiciles, or through darkened streets that probably don't even seem that familiar any more. Nevertheless, she appreciates his concern. "I did used to run the Infirmary here, though," she continues conversationally. "Perhaps I'll have to visit before I go back to Torchline, see if it's still up to my standards."
Spinning out elegantly at his direction, the slit in Isla's red dress allows her more movement than she might otherwise be allowed, and she tucks back in against Asta's chest with ease. "Even a season ago I might have politely declined your offer, but you know, seeing the Temple like this... perhaps it is time I come back to see what has changed." She nods. "Where would I find you if I did visit?"
Spinning out elegantly at his direction, the slit in Isla's red dress allows her more movement than she might otherwise be allowed, and she tucks back in against Asta's chest with ease. "Even a season ago I might have politely declined your offer, but you know, seeing the Temple like this... perhaps it is time I come back to see what has changed." She nods. "Where would I find you if I did visit?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
