so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Pausing mid-sip at the new question from Flora, Isla can't not flush a little at it, though she does offer an honest answer at least. "I think he was always planning to do that," she says in her defence, trying and failing to stop her smile from running away with itself. "...But I may have been an extra incentive, it's true." Not that she'd found anything wrong with the lessons she was giving Ever herself, but they'd already had that conversation between them, and she stands by the decision made.
Hushing nonetheless at the sentiment she knows risks giving Flora cavities, Isla hears the other woman out and tilts her head, nodding her agreement. "And probably a lot better and in a much shorter time, too," she murmurs. "When we get back to Torchline and the Hanged Man has had its reopening, maybe some handsome idiot will tumble into your lap and stay there, mm?"
Hushing nonetheless at the sentiment she knows risks giving Flora cavities, Isla hears the other woman out and tilts her head, nodding her agreement. "And probably a lot better and in a much shorter time, too," she murmurs. "When we get back to Torchline and the Hanged Man has had its reopening, maybe some handsome idiot will tumble into your lap and stay there, mm?"
