Isla
Isla is of course as generous as one might expect her to be, and so she fills Asta's drink and her own cup in equal measure, reaching out to clink their glasses together in a cheers. "I'll keep an eye out. Though I daresay you might have better luck than me - you've got the Atheneum out in the Grounds." Torchline, for all of the things it does have, is still lacking any notable libraries. And whilst previously the Remedy wouldn't have even considered going back towards her old home for the sake of a few books, the Grounds is a very different region these days; she could be tempted, with the right novel.
Taking a sip of her punch and flashing Asta a wry look in response to his oh-so-sharp smile - safer, indeed - she gives him a gentle nod. "Tea would work, though it still probably wouldn't taste great," she agrees. "Where are you getting it from? I can give you something I'd prescribe if that's easier for you - I can either give you a powder or liquid solution." Suffice to say that Isla is particular (and proud) when it comes to her medicines, especially since she has no healing magic to speak of.
Well, besides Bloodboon, but that is for emergencies only.
Taking a sip of her punch and flashing Asta a wry look in response to his oh-so-sharp smile - safer, indeed - she gives him a gentle nod. "Tea would work, though it still probably wouldn't taste great," she agrees. "Where are you getting it from? I can give you something I'd prescribe if that's easier for you - I can either give you a powder or liquid solution." Suffice to say that Isla is particular (and proud) when it comes to her medicines, especially since she has no healing magic to speak of.
Well, besides Bloodboon, but that is for emergencies only.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
