Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"It was useful," Isla agrees softly, soaking her cloth and turning the water pink, before working on a stubborn bit of dried blood in the crook of Asta's arm. "But my point is that I never forgot how to do surgery, or use a scalpel, or make medicines, even if I couldn't do the things I used to do. It's the same for you - all that knowledge is still there, you just need to be a little more gentle with yourself for now." Having seen the scars that map the butcher's body, though, she doubts that gentle lives in his vocabulary, at least when it comes to his own wellbeing.
News about the monster both is and isn't a surprise, Isla nodding gently. "Danta said as much. I put word out," she says, though whether it will reach anyone in time is questionable. As he continues, though, and Isla moves to clean off his neck, she can't help but furrow her brow. "What would happen?" she asks. "If you want to talk about it, of course. If you don't, feel free to just doze off."
News about the monster both is and isn't a surprise, Isla nodding gently. "Danta said as much. I put word out," she says, though whether it will reach anyone in time is questionable. As he continues, though, and Isla moves to clean off his neck, she can't help but furrow her brow. "What would happen?" she asks. "If you want to talk about it, of course. If you don't, feel free to just doze off."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
