Isla
Wrinkling her noise as Mel, blunt and honest as always, regales her with the state of affairs in King's End. "I've seen a bit of memory mud out towards the parts of the island with more earth and soil," she agrees with a slow nod, transferring some leftover salt into her jar and commencing with another round of boiling it apart from the water. "Nothing as bad as it must be out there with those Barrows all around, though. Maybe I'll try to pay a visit and lend a hand."
Unaware of the potential for booping, Isla continues with her scorch magic until more salt is available to transfer to the jar, pleased that things seem to be progressing reasonably quickly with it, though it does mean she's constantly waving the steam away from her face. "Mm, it really does. I always feel like this after a big conflict - like I need to find myself things to keep busy, or my mind will make things up for me to worry about."
With one jug empty now and the jar of salt starting to fill up quite nicely, the Remedy offers an appreciative nod in response to Mel's question. "Yes please. We're getting there, but we'll need a couple more jugs before we're close I think."
Unaware of the potential for booping, Isla continues with her scorch magic until more salt is available to transfer to the jar, pleased that things seem to be progressing reasonably quickly with it, though it does mean she's constantly waving the steam away from her face. "Mm, it really does. I always feel like this after a big conflict - like I need to find myself things to keep busy, or my mind will make things up for me to worry about."
With one jug empty now and the jar of salt starting to fill up quite nicely, the Remedy offers an appreciative nod in response to Mel's question. "Yes please. We're getting there, but we'll need a couple more jugs before we're close I think."
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
