Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Wh--"
Thankfully already weaving her bloodboon magic through the air, as Everest comes across Isla and the injured woman, it will be to the sight of the Remedy's calm if not very befuddled expression. Her eyebrows raise slowly as cries of witch! witch! become something that might almost sound grateful if you tilt your head the right way, and she can't help the smile that twitches at the corners of her lips.
"That should help you to get to the fountain, if it's still bothering you," she explains, nodding to the healing cut on her leg. "I'd go there just in case, anyway." She'll be fine until she gets back to the clinic where she can douse the wound with healing water; for now she merely smiles up at Ever as he appears.
"There are a few napkins in the basket. Could I have some?" she asks, clearly planning on using it to stem the flow of blood from her hand.
Thankfully already weaving her bloodboon magic through the air, as Everest comes across Isla and the injured woman, it will be to the sight of the Remedy's calm if not very befuddled expression. Her eyebrows raise slowly as cries of witch! witch! become something that might almost sound grateful if you tilt your head the right way, and she can't help the smile that twitches at the corners of her lips.
"That should help you to get to the fountain, if it's still bothering you," she explains, nodding to the healing cut on her leg. "I'd go there just in case, anyway." She'll be fine until she gets back to the clinic where she can douse the wound with healing water; for now she merely smiles up at Ever as he appears.
"There are a few napkins in the basket. Could I have some?" she asks, clearly planning on using it to stem the flow of blood from her hand.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
