Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Good," Isla says softly - at least Flora has come out of this alright, even if things with Everest are a great deal more purple than they had been a few minutes ago. (Much longer than that, in fact, Isla is already telling herself). With a whispered curse under her breath, the Remedy sinks into her desk chair and gestures for Flora to seat herself as well if she wishes. "It explains... a lot," she admits. His adornment at the Midwinter Ball, their conversations about the void flora and fauna, all of it.
"You're not wrong there, either," she agrees, though weird is subjective. Everest has been more outgoing, confident and at ease since Dahlia had taken over Stormbreak, which... gods, if that's what being a Friend of the Family entails, then who are they to tell him he should change? "I don't suppose we know if there are any adverse effects to it? Whether he's a ticking timebomb or something...?"
"You're not wrong there, either," she agrees, though weird is subjective. Everest has been more outgoing, confident and at ease since Dahlia had taken over Stormbreak, which... gods, if that's what being a Friend of the Family entails, then who are they to tell him he should change? "I don't suppose we know if there are any adverse effects to it? Whether he's a ticking timebomb or something...?"
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
