Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Beaming back at Ever and resisting the urge to give him a playful shove for his trouble since he's about to start pouring her some water and/or rum, Isla rolls her eyes affectionately instead. "Well, I've heard that drinking antiseptic can produce an effect similar to being drunk," she remarks dryly. "You are welcome to partake if you like."
Once her hand is clean and she's satisfied with the look of it, she caps off the water and slips it back into the picnic basket and wrings out the napkins, folding them neatly. "Mm, bloodboon," she repeats with a gentle nod, examining the cut. "I would say that it was able to give more than the damage I took," she continues, based on the look of the cut on the woman's leg and the one open on the back of her palm. "But perhaps I'll need to test it again to be sure."
Thoughts of hurting herself to help people naturally fade under the warm press of Ever's lips, and Isla carefully gets herself back to her feet. "We can eat at the fountain?" she suggests. "We can fill the canteen with healing water then as well, in case of any other accidents."
Once her hand is clean and she's satisfied with the look of it, she caps off the water and slips it back into the picnic basket and wrings out the napkins, folding them neatly. "Mm, bloodboon," she repeats with a gentle nod, examining the cut. "I would say that it was able to give more than the damage I took," she continues, based on the look of the cut on the woman's leg and the one open on the back of her palm. "But perhaps I'll need to test it again to be sure."
Thoughts of hurting herself to help people naturally fade under the warm press of Ever's lips, and Isla carefully gets herself back to her feet. "We can eat at the fountain?" she suggests. "We can fill the canteen with healing water then as well, in case of any other accidents."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
