Isla
"Oop, watch out." Setting the glasses down gently on one of the counters, Isla sweeps forward to reach out and turn off the taps. The bath hasn't flooded yet, thankfully, but neither one of them will be getting into it before they let some of that water back out, and given that Everest is not an Ancient, they probably want to wait for it to cool down a bit too, based on the steam wafting into the air. Not that Isla's mind is on that any more - with a soft frown, she turns to face the aviator, reaching out to gently clasp his upper arms.
"What is it?" she asks, her brows drawing together with concern. Some part of her mind has automatically gone to the void and the infection running through Ever's veins, wondering if it has come to life suddenly and caused problems. But a larger part of her knows better, at least for now. "Unless you don't want to talk about it...? We don't have to."
"What is it?" she asks, her brows drawing together with concern. Some part of her mind has automatically gone to the void and the infection running through Ever's veins, wondering if it has come to life suddenly and caused problems. But a larger part of her knows better, at least for now. "Unless you don't want to talk about it...? We don't have to."
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
