ISLA
It warms her in a way she doesn't expect, to hear him sound so confident about her abilities. And she can't even playfully object to it - of anyone, Varus would know whether she was any good at what she did. So it's with a small and private smile directed at the sea that she enjoys this moment for what it is, Isla strumming gentle fingers across his palm as if trying to find fingerprints that don't exist there any longer.
Then he speaks, and it's both cheerful fun and a dark reminder of the building conflict. Meeting his eyes, Isla manages a gentle smile and a nod. "For when the war comes," she echoes softly, squeezing his hand back. "There are some who are going to try to keep peace," she says suddenly. "I'm helping with the effort, actually. Do you think it's possible?"
Then he speaks, and it's both cheerful fun and a dark reminder of the building conflict. Meeting his eyes, Isla manages a gentle smile and a nod. "For when the war comes," she echoes softly, squeezing his hand back. "There are some who are going to try to keep peace," she says suddenly. "I'm helping with the effort, actually. Do you think it's possible?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
