Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Probably a wise stance to take," Isla agrees with the woman, fighting to keep her smile friendly and not amused. "You're welcome - have a good day." Raising her uninjured hand to wave her off, the Remedy tilts her head back to glance at Ever again, reaching out gratefully for the water and the napkins. "Oh, it looks as though she fell through some rotting boards here," she remarks, gesturing to the splintered planks.
"The water will be just fine, thank you. But if you would pour me a nice glass of antiseptic while you're at it, I would appreciate it." Laughing and cleaning off her hand before carefully wiping at it with the napkins, she realises the other potential meaning in Ever's words. "It's an Ancient ability, so I've been told. They call it Bloodboon - it can heal, but at a cost to the user." As he can very well see.
"The water will be just fine, thank you. But if you would pour me a nice glass of antiseptic while you're at it, I would appreciate it." Laughing and cleaning off her hand before carefully wiping at it with the napkins, she realises the other potential meaning in Ever's words. "It's an Ancient ability, so I've been told. They call it Bloodboon - it can heal, but at a cost to the user." As he can very well see.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
