Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Mmhm," Isla drawls with a smirk, casting Ever a sceptical look. As he mentions the idea of meeting his father, though, her expression clears into something thoughtful; having no idea what Finn Rosencrantz might be like, she's nonetheless touched even by the prospect of being introduced. "Sure, if that's something you would like to do. I know it can be a big deal for some people, to introduce someone to their parents."
Anyway - shelf that conversation for now, because apparently duty calls.
"Thank you," Isla calls over her shoulder before breaking into a run towards the nearby treeline, where she thankfully finds the woman without too much trouble. "It's alright, I'm a doctor," she explains quickly, helping her out of the mess of rotten boards to sit her down and glance over the nasty looking cut on her leg.
Without any fountain water on hand, Isla might have considered helping her to limp to the fountain, but a recent discovery gives her another idea. Whilst it might be a surprise to some that the Remedy keeps a knife on her person, she'd once been able to use them at will as an Ascended, and one never really gets over how useful that can be. And so, drawing the blade across the back of her hand in a shallow cut, she reaches out to draw forth a new strand of magic from the wound, using it to close the gash on the woman's leg.
Anyway - shelf that conversation for now, because apparently duty calls.
"Thank you," Isla calls over her shoulder before breaking into a run towards the nearby treeline, where she thankfully finds the woman without too much trouble. "It's alright, I'm a doctor," she explains quickly, helping her out of the mess of rotten boards to sit her down and glance over the nasty looking cut on her leg.
Without any fountain water on hand, Isla might have considered helping her to limp to the fountain, but a recent discovery gives her another idea. Whilst it might be a surprise to some that the Remedy keeps a knife on her person, she'd once been able to use them at will as an Ascended, and one never really gets over how useful that can be. And so, drawing the blade across the back of her hand in a shallow cut, she reaches out to draw forth a new strand of magic from the wound, using it to close the gash on the woman's leg.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
