Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"No need to thank me - it's what I'm here for." Isla says with a soft smile, taking back the glass of water once he's finished and moving instead to prepare the syringe to inject some of the medicine she's been getting ready. "I wasn't intending for you to prove me right either," she agrees, laughing quietly. "At least you did get here, though. I'm glad you found someone with that fountain water."
She doesn't need to belabour the point, but it would have been very touch and go were it not for their stroke of luck. Moving back to his side, it's unfortunately his good arm she needs to inject, Isla taking a moment to ensure she cleans away the dried blood. "This will help you to feel better," she assures Asta, "but don't be surprised if you end up drifting in and out again. It's the good stuff."
Tipping him a wink, she smoothly injects the solution before withdrawing the syringe again, pressing a small dressing against his arm. "I'm so sorry, by the way - we could take off your coat, but I had to cut your shirt away."
She doesn't need to belabour the point, but it would have been very touch and go were it not for their stroke of luck. Moving back to his side, it's unfortunately his good arm she needs to inject, Isla taking a moment to ensure she cleans away the dried blood. "This will help you to feel better," she assures Asta, "but don't be surprised if you end up drifting in and out again. It's the good stuff."
Tipping him a wink, she smoothly injects the solution before withdrawing the syringe again, pressing a small dressing against his arm. "I'm so sorry, by the way - we could take off your coat, but I had to cut your shirt away."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
