Isla
Were it not for the fact that she feels like she needs to wash and sterilise her hands all over again or that her shirt is still flecked with blood, Isla might have swept forward to kiss Ever for saying the exact right thing at the exact right time. "You're right of course," she says softly, her shoulders sagging, a relieved smile tugging at her lips. Glancing over her shoulder at a call from one of the other medics in the ward, by the time she turns back to the aviator, he's already deep in his hypothesis.
And Isla doesn't stop him, because it is strange. "One of them said it looked as though it had been done intentionally. Like someone had closed off a branch into one part of the Fingers. Two groups clashed over who was to blame over it, and so..." She gestures behind her. And so chaos.
As for what she needs, her return smile is just as soft, Isla crossing a couple of steps towards him. "You've done plenty, I promise. This isn't your work to do, Ever, I'll make sure we can manage from here. Do you want to meet me at closing and we'll track back to get more groceries together? I can fill you in on anything else I find out."
And Isla doesn't stop him, because it is strange. "One of them said it looked as though it had been done intentionally. Like someone had closed off a branch into one part of the Fingers. Two groups clashed over who was to blame over it, and so..." She gestures behind her. And so chaos.
As for what she needs, her return smile is just as soft, Isla crossing a couple of steps towards him. "You've done plenty, I promise. This isn't your work to do, Ever, I'll make sure we can manage from here. Do you want to meet me at closing and we'll track back to get more groceries together? I can fill you in on anything else I find out."
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
