Isla
"Mm, you're doing so well at reassuring me right now. Tell me more about how little help your roommate will be, I simply must hear it." Dry amusement has successfully made its way back into Isla's voice, so things must be getting less awkward between them. At least until Remi says what he does, and she can only respond with a firm, knowing squeeze to his hand. "Almost there," she says softly, as if to take the attention away from that guilt and that love.
They must be moving faster than she anticipates, because before long the lights (so sparse now, with all of the Ascended) that mark the Hollowed Grounds' inner sanctum are all around them, and it's a matter of streets to get to the clinic. Isla scoffs and scrunches her nose at the mere idea of biting Remi's foot, shaking her head. "And break another toe? I'll not risk it, thank you. Even somewhere like your shoulder or your collarbone isn't going to be as bad as the jugular."
They must be moving faster than she anticipates, because before long the lights (so sparse now, with all of the Ascended) that mark the Hollowed Grounds' inner sanctum are all around them, and it's a matter of streets to get to the clinic. Isla scoffs and scrunches her nose at the mere idea of biting Remi's foot, shaking her head. "And break another toe? I'll not risk it, thank you. Even somewhere like your shoulder or your collarbone isn't going to be as bad as the jugular."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
