Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
I know, Isla might have playfully quipped back, I'm a doctor. But of course there's no medical (or even scientific, she bets) explanation for why the sky begins to shriek at them, and whilst later she'll remember this and feel an immediate pulse of adoration for the way Ever places himself between them and any potential danger, for right now it's difficult enough just trying to get her bearings. Taking a few deep breaths to try and slow her heartbeat, which has ramped up to thunder in time with Ever's, as he steps away she moves immediately to the bassinet.
"I would not be adverse to that," she says with a huff of laughter that isn't entirely playful, Isla scooping Fern back into her arms to offer comfort in the face of this latest interruption to her nap. "Shall we make that tea and discuss the possibilities?" Rocking the infant and settling into what she imagines will be some time before Fern will suffer being put down again, Isla is already stepping pointedly back and away from the sliding doors.
"We could move down to the ground area of Haulani," she suggests. "It might be nice to have a garden."
"I would not be adverse to that," she says with a huff of laughter that isn't entirely playful, Isla scooping Fern back into her arms to offer comfort in the face of this latest interruption to her nap. "Shall we make that tea and discuss the possibilities?" Rocking the infant and settling into what she imagines will be some time before Fern will suffer being put down again, Isla is already stepping pointedly back and away from the sliding doors.
"We could move down to the ground area of Haulani," she suggests. "It might be nice to have a garden."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
