Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Better news doesn't make yours any less important," Isla says, her tone softly chastising, though as Sunjata puts in the effort to draw that mask back up for her in a way that seems genuine, she can at least do him the courtesy of meeting him halfway. "At least Frey says she's alright," she murmurs, a pang of relief relaxing her shoulders a fraction. "That's strange, though, for her not to be able to be channelled..."
Shaking her head and knowing already that Sunjata would have been reaching out in whatever way he can, in the end all Isla can offer is much of the same. "I'll reach out within the Green Circle," she suggests. "Perhaps someone in the guild will have heard something, even if it was just as she was passing through." Squeezing his hand again before finally releasing it, the Remedy settles back.
"She'll come back," she says softly, sounding quietly certain. "But until then, you know better than anyone how to keep busy. Just let me know if you ever need more work - we can always use more hands in my clinic."
Shaking her head and knowing already that Sunjata would have been reaching out in whatever way he can, in the end all Isla can offer is much of the same. "I'll reach out within the Green Circle," she suggests. "Perhaps someone in the guild will have heard something, even if it was just as she was passing through." Squeezing his hand again before finally releasing it, the Remedy settles back.
"She'll come back," she says softly, sounding quietly certain. "But until then, you know better than anyone how to keep busy. Just let me know if you ever need more work - we can always use more hands in my clinic."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
