Isla
Had this been anyone else, it might have been Isla's turn to call bullshit. But of course, given that she doesn't know Ever as well as any of those other people (yet), the medic in her surfaces as soon as his call hits the air. "Oh, shit--" Only a few metres away, she turns to wade back towards him, her hands immediately reaching out as if to guide him back towards one of the stone sides of the springs.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't think," she's saying, feather light hands brushing against his own so she might be able to get a better look. "Are you alright? I'm sure there will be a first aid spot around here if we need it." Way to go, Isla.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't think," she's saying, feather light hands brushing against his own so she might be able to get a better look. "Are you alright? I'm sure there will be a first aid spot around here if we need it." Way to go, Isla.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
