so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
"That's kind of you to say," Isla says with a soft smile, bobbing her head in a nod. "Maybe I'll advertise for it. I suppose I could start learning myself, but I fear I would run the risk of taking on too much." Besides, as a physician one needed to be necessarily distant from their patient at times in order to diagnose and remedy - the opposite, naturally, of a therapist.
With keen eyes taking note of the violet aura surrounding the fruits below, Isla wrinkles her nose and shifts to open the burlap sack wide enough that they might be able to place one of the pineapples within it without having to touch it or get too close in general. "More than enough, based on how potent all the void creatures seem to be," she agrees, rising to her feet and stepping back. "I should have brought gloves." A small oversight, but at least they have Hadama's trident.
"I wonder if anyone has accidentally eaten these."
With keen eyes taking note of the violet aura surrounding the fruits below, Isla wrinkles her nose and shifts to open the burlap sack wide enough that they might be able to place one of the pineapples within it without having to touch it or get too close in general. "More than enough, based on how potent all the void creatures seem to be," she agrees, rising to her feet and stepping back. "I should have brought gloves." A small oversight, but at least they have Hadama's trident.
"I wonder if anyone has accidentally eaten these."
