be the entire problem

Isla

"Apparently not. Though I feel as though that guard will wish he had something better to do after speaking with us," Isla says, grinning back to Melita and, at her very enthusiastic agreement, leading them towards the bistro and inside. "I can't say for sure, but I have a feeling that around this part of Stormbreak, stuffiness is baked into it," she says in a quieter voice, not wishing to offend their hosts (you never speak ill of anyone providing you food, she has learned) and smiling politely as they are offered a table by the window.

"I have been down to the Silk Houses, though. That is much more... colourful a place," she says slowly, the bounce of her eyebrows giving plenty of indication of the sorts of colours Melita might find down there. "Ah, are you considering joining their ranks?" she wonders of the Dragoons, pausing to let their waiter come over to take their order. As well as her soup and a sandwich, Isla asks for a glass of crisp white wine and a side of roasted vegetables; after being an Ascended for years, the Ancient has rediscovered her appetite and does not plan to lose it again.

"Me? I was checking in at the infirmary in The Tower. With the healing fountain in Torchline, I don't often need to rely on my traditional skills as a doctor, but I like to keep them sharp."

sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything