Let Me See Your Bones

"Oh, I see. Well, if they are elegant as you say, and designed so artfully, I have no doubt that some might mistake them for animals," Isla says with a warm smile, eagerly packing away the new vocabulary. She's a sucker for learning anything new, demonstrated by the way she's currently trying to sketch out the muscles and bone in Bastien's leg. "Ah, good and bad sides of town? That's another thing that never seems to change, isn't it? No matter where you go, there are always streets one shouldn't walk down." Nibbling at her lower lip and dropping her gaze to concentrate, she can't help but agree with Bastien's appraisal of things, difficult as it might be to accept. "Sometimes I feel as though they are so wrapped up standing on opposite sides of things, humanity ends up trapped in the middle," she remarks. Brightening a bit as the conversation moves onto seeing bones, Isla nods again and smiles up at him. "It is fascinating," she admits. "And if it makes you feel any better, you have a very impressive skeleton under here." Isla the flesh is weak