so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Between them they cover good ground; Isla is not quite as partial to the water as her companion, and so sticks to the rockier outcrops as they walk so she might keep her eyes peeled for their prey, however stationary it might happen to be. "It certainly is. Any amount of calm is always welcome in my sort of job," she agrees with a warm laugh. It also feels a little like the calm before a storm, but she does her best not to dwell on things like that.
Only inclining her head at his gratitude - like most medics, it's more than just a job to the Remedy, and she'd not have felt capable of doing anything but helping - Isla turns accordingly to follow after the tuft of green Hadama has spotted in the near distance. Hopefully it will be what they seek, and they can be in and out before the demigod beside her gets too warm
"At the moment what you've already done is more than enough," she assures him. "I have all that I need, a few permanent staff to assist and a plethora of volunteers. A supply of the healing fountain's water certainly helps, too." Smiling, she glances up at the ex-Mer. "How about you? How have things been?"
Only inclining her head at his gratitude - like most medics, it's more than just a job to the Remedy, and she'd not have felt capable of doing anything but helping - Isla turns accordingly to follow after the tuft of green Hadama has spotted in the near distance. Hopefully it will be what they seek, and they can be in and out before the demigod beside her gets too warm
"At the moment what you've already done is more than enough," she assures him. "I have all that I need, a few permanent staff to assist and a plethora of volunteers. A supply of the healing fountain's water certainly helps, too." Smiling, she glances up at the ex-Mer. "How about you? How have things been?"
