Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
The way the warmth drains from Sunjata's smile is more than enough, in fact, to set Isla's alarm bells ringing, though she merely watches and listens as she sips at her tea, giving him the space to talk about it as much or as little as he feels he can. "I'm glad to hear it," she says of the House of Midnight - that much is obvious at least, and even a quick glance around the place makes it clear that business is booming. "It's come a long way from that muddy patch of land we had to till for the foundations."
And gods, even that seems like a lifetime ago now - the brothel's beginnings, their friendship and reliance on one another, and all the feelings that had gotten tangled up in it as well. So as Jata continues, as he confesses that Hotaru is missing, it's easy for Isla to offer immediate sympathy, setting her cup down and reaching across the table to clasp his hand between both of her own. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," she blurts, giving his hand a squeeze. "Jata, you should have said something earlier!"
Brows furrowing, she glances around at the brothel like Hotaru might suddenly just appear, resplendent as ever, like nothing had changed. "Gods, that sounds hard. Is there anything I can do?" Whether that's spreading word through the Green Circle to check if anyone matching Ru's description has appeared, or even just giving him something to help him sleep.
And gods, even that seems like a lifetime ago now - the brothel's beginnings, their friendship and reliance on one another, and all the feelings that had gotten tangled up in it as well. So as Jata continues, as he confesses that Hotaru is missing, it's easy for Isla to offer immediate sympathy, setting her cup down and reaching across the table to clasp his hand between both of her own. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," she blurts, giving his hand a squeeze. "Jata, you should have said something earlier!"
Brows furrowing, she glances around at the brothel like Hotaru might suddenly just appear, resplendent as ever, like nothing had changed. "Gods, that sounds hard. Is there anything I can do?" Whether that's spreading word through the Green Circle to check if anyone matching Ru's description has appeared, or even just giving him something to help him sleep.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
