Isla
"Some of us are just lucky I guess," Isla drawls, a smile creeping across her face as she finishes cleaning up - lucky to lose an arm and to get trapped under a hedge for three centuries? Yeah, Isla is definitely making fun. It doesn't take long before they are both standing in the clean operating theatre, empty but for the two of them and the detatched limb, which Isla assumes she's going to take care of given that Cal makes no move to take it with him.
"Oh is that so?" She raises her eyebrows - she has no doubt she'll be seeing him soon as well, based on his tone of voice and his suggestion at repaying her, for some reason, for lopping off a limb. "Well, then. I eagerly await the day when you decide to darken the infirmary doorway again." Gesturing towards the exit, Isla will walk him out, still finding herself smiling even once she's alone again.
~FIN
"Oh is that so?" She raises her eyebrows - she has no doubt she'll be seeing him soon as well, based on his tone of voice and his suggestion at repaying her, for some reason, for lopping off a limb. "Well, then. I eagerly await the day when you decide to darken the infirmary doorway again." Gesturing towards the exit, Isla will walk him out, still finding herself smiling even once she's alone again.
~FIN
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
