Isla
Settling instantly and taking his offered elbow, Isla leans gently into Ever for a moment, as if using his presence to ground herself. She nods the confirmation - yes, intentionally - knowing that they're both going to be turning that over and over in their minds in the days to come. Her lips part to say that she knows, that it's fine, too used to being self-sufficient that it's admittedly a detriment more than anything to be lauded, and only as the aviator gives his suggestions does she stifle her protests.
"...Okay," she says, nodding softly. "You collect the groceries and I'll meet you at home after closing. Don't worry about the bath - I can deal with this." She gestures down at herself; fire is a cleanser as much as a bath might be, and the medic has that in abundance crackling through her veins.
"Thank you," she says again, giving his forearm a gentle squeeze before releasing him. "I better get back in there, but I'll see you soon, okay?"
"...Okay," she says, nodding softly. "You collect the groceries and I'll meet you at home after closing. Don't worry about the bath - I can deal with this." She gestures down at herself; fire is a cleanser as much as a bath might be, and the medic has that in abundance crackling through her veins.
"Thank you," she says again, giving his forearm a gentle squeeze before releasing him. "I better get back in there, but I'll see you soon, okay?"
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
