Isla
If asked, Isla couldn't say exactly how she'd gotten from the side of the bed to laying back on it, or how many people it had taken for such a thing to be achieved. She's still gazing at her empty hand where Ever's fingers had been until mere moments ago in fact, dazed and panting and trembling, something she finds quite curious despite reading about it... somewhere. The Remedy only seems to come back to herself a bit when the aviator appears beside her, and that's likely the fountain water as much as it is Everest. "Hi," she says in a voice made rough and weary with exhaustion, smiling to feel his lips brush against her temple.
"She's okay?" she asks him, the question as involuntary as culmination of the last few hours had been. But then the nurse is approaching and Isla feels something inside her ache with every furious cry their daughter makes. However tired and unsteady she might feel, her arms reach immediately for the newborn, accepting her as if she was made for it and cradling her careful and close. "That's how I feel too," she whispers to the babe, squalling cries and all, and it's with an awed, slightly dumbstruck smile that she gazes back up at Ever.
"She's perfect."
"She's okay?" she asks him, the question as involuntary as culmination of the last few hours had been. But then the nurse is approaching and Isla feels something inside her ache with every furious cry their daughter makes. However tired and unsteady she might feel, her arms reach immediately for the newborn, accepting her as if she was made for it and cradling her careful and close. "That's how I feel too," she whispers to the babe, squalling cries and all, and it's with an awed, slightly dumbstruck smile that she gazes back up at Ever.
"She's perfect."
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
