Isla
Stepping forward without complaint to stand between Ever's knees, Isla lets her arm slip around his shoulders, brows furrowed as she lays the back of her palm against his forehead as if to check for a fever. "Maybe," she says, of it being a new shift, though she can't think of one off the top of her head that would cause him to be fixated on the water. (Gods, unless he'd contracted rabies in his dog shift or something?)
"Or maybe you are just tired out after all of the excitement of being back around snow," she suggests with a wry smile. Satisfied that he isn't burning up, Isla brushes his curls gently out of his face and leans for a gentle, chaste kiss against his lips. "No harm done, at least - the bathroom didn't flood, anyway." She doubts the room's magic extends to structural damage. "We can always skip the bath and just go and relax, if you like."
"Or maybe you are just tired out after all of the excitement of being back around snow," she suggests with a wry smile. Satisfied that he isn't burning up, Isla brushes his curls gently out of his face and leans for a gentle, chaste kiss against his lips. "No harm done, at least - the bathroom didn't flood, anyway." She doubts the room's magic extends to structural damage. "We can always skip the bath and just go and relax, if you like."
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
