Isla
"At least it looks as though some people are doing their best to show them what fun is," Isla says quietly, and only now does the sly raise of her eyebrows question whether Melita might have had something to do with the water balloon incident that has so many still crowded around the guards outside The Tower. The faint sound of yelling has her laughing under her breath, and she reaches for another sip of wine before glancing up at the arrival of their food.
Murmuring her thanks and instantly spearing a bit of roasted carrot on the end of her fork, she smiles around the mouthful at Melita's frown. "It heals more than it hurts," she clarifies after swallowing. "I could give myself a shallow cut to heal a deeper wound, for instance. But yes, I imagine there are likely items out there that could do the same thing, if I were so inclined."
Murmuring her thanks and instantly spearing a bit of roasted carrot on the end of her fork, she smiles around the mouthful at Melita's frown. "It heals more than it hurts," she clarifies after swallowing. "I could give myself a shallow cut to heal a deeper wound, for instance. But yes, I imagine there are likely items out there that could do the same thing, if I were so inclined."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
