Isla
"The teeth?" Isla echoes with a smile. "I might have been an Attuned with fangs - you never know," she reminds him, turning after getting herself scrubbed up (as best she can using the limited resources) and returning to the table where Cal has kindly stripped off his shirt to make it easier for her to chop off amputate the defective arm. "If you insist. I am quite partial to flowers, even if I can barely smell them any more." Smirking at him briefly, it's only what he says next that has her confused.
"There was a fight at King's End?" she asks, sterilising her main tools before taking another seat beside him, readying herself with the scalpel blades which reside within her fingertips. "Against who?" she wonders, suddenly worried that Stormbreak and the demigods were making a move against the Ascended without them knowing about it.
"There was a fight at King's End?" she asks, sterilising her main tools before taking another seat beside him, readying herself with the scalpel blades which reside within her fingertips. "Against who?" she wonders, suddenly worried that Stormbreak and the demigods were making a move against the Ascended without them knowing about it.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
