Isla
Grinning over her shoulder at Everest as she meanders further into the space, the sleigh-styled bed catches her eye and she can't resist a raise of her eyebrows at him - they both know that regardless of their prior discussions, odds are quite good that they'll be using the bed later, and not for sleeping. As he heads for the fire and beckons her along with him, of course she's not long to follow, stretching her arms above her head before settling in at his side, leaning against his warmth even as the flames light up her cheeks.
"Well, frostbite and hypothermia are very real dangers if you live in those sorts of climates. I would say you were just being cautious." It's easy for Isla to say such things when Everest is a) a grown man now and b) infected cured of the vast majority of his anxiety, and she flashes an easy smile up at him before her head tips back to admire the snowfall pattering over the glass dome above them. "I think we'll probably be alright, though," she adds.
If the room doesn't keep them warm, they'll likely manage it between them.
"Well, frostbite and hypothermia are very real dangers if you live in those sorts of climates. I would say you were just being cautious." It's easy for Isla to say such things when Everest is a) a grown man now and b) infected cured of the vast majority of his anxiety, and she flashes an easy smile up at him before her head tips back to admire the snowfall pattering over the glass dome above them. "I think we'll probably be alright, though," she adds.
If the room doesn't keep them warm, they'll likely manage it between them.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
