It was shameful but for a moment or so Isla utterly forgot that her friend was there. The Voice filled her mind, her very being, and it was so like and unlike their first meeting that she felt almost a homesickness for it. There was no pain to deal with this time, though, no surgery upon herself to crack her mind and break her body. No, there was just warmth, and her.
Smiling gently as the Voice echoed without as well as within, Isla blinked a few times and stepped back from the tree a few feet, glancing fleetingly to Jigano and offering him a small nod. They knew, at least, just what this strange tree was for now.
"Thank you," Isla murmured to the Voice, keeping her head respectfully bowed. "The improvements are entirely thanks to your assistance in my making," she said, finding it strangely easy to refer to herself so. A coping mechanism, perhaps?
"I did not know you were able to appear away from the Underground. Are there other places I might find you?"
Smiling gently as the Voice echoed without as well as within, Isla blinked a few times and stepped back from the tree a few feet, glancing fleetingly to Jigano and offering him a small nod. They knew, at least, just what this strange tree was for now.
"Thank you," Isla murmured to the Voice, keeping her head respectfully bowed. "The improvements are entirely thanks to your assistance in my making," she said, finding it strangely easy to refer to herself so. A coping mechanism, perhaps?
"I did not know you were able to appear away from the Underground. Are there other places I might find you?"
