Isla
"The next time I come up here I'll be sure to visit," Isla says with a decisive nod. She doesn't have time today if she wants to catch the next ship heading down to Torchline without arriving back at the island region in the dead of night, but hopefully there will be other occasions. The Family notwithstanding.
Her own smile fades as she notices Melita lose some of her shine, well able to guess that it's due to the Ascended; it's not something Isla likes to think about either in truth. Too much loss and bitterness is still ripe beneath the surface of her thoughts if she digs at them. Finishing her soup and taking another sip of wine, Isla does recover with a soft laugh at the Honeybee's next point, however.
"I'd be inclined to agree, but as a doctor I find people don't really take well to you making them feel uncomfortable," she points out. "Especially if I have a syringe in my hand already."
Her own smile fades as she notices Melita lose some of her shine, well able to guess that it's due to the Ascended; it's not something Isla likes to think about either in truth. Too much loss and bitterness is still ripe beneath the surface of her thoughts if she digs at them. Finishing her soup and taking another sip of wine, Isla does recover with a soft laugh at the Honeybee's next point, however.
"I'd be inclined to agree, but as a doctor I find people don't really take well to you making them feel uncomfortable," she points out. "Especially if I have a syringe in my hand already."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
