Isla
"Oh?" Isla raises her eyebrows. "It wouldn't happen to be Wessex, would it?" The fanged grin she sends his way is cheeky at best. Is it because that's the only Theskyra she knows? Maybe. But Cal doesn't know that, obvious as it might be. "Well, the couch is probably more comfortable than some infirmary bed with the rest of the world ticking by around you. So feel free, if you want." She waves a hand right back. "I've plenty of books to occupy myself. Perhaps I will take up knitting as well."
She'd probably quite enjoy it, actually, with the whole stitches-and-sutures thing. It's impossible not to catch the way he's running his fingers over the blanket, and she nods at it. "The red square towards the bottom is best," she tells him. The blanket is mostly beige patches, but sure enough, towards the other end of it is a red square that looks rather well worn. Probably for the same reasons he's engaging in right now.
"Mm...? Oh, I mostly study," she admits. "Medical texts, anatomy, procedures, remedies, things like that. When I get the time, though, I quite enjoy mystery novels. What about you?"
She'd probably quite enjoy it, actually, with the whole stitches-and-sutures thing. It's impossible not to catch the way he's running his fingers over the blanket, and she nods at it. "The red square towards the bottom is best," she tells him. The blanket is mostly beige patches, but sure enough, towards the other end of it is a red square that looks rather well worn. Probably for the same reasons he's engaging in right now.
"Mm...? Oh, I mostly study," she admits. "Medical texts, anatomy, procedures, remedies, things like that. When I get the time, though, I quite enjoy mystery novels. What about you?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
