Isla
The couch isn't the only thing that's charming, and Isla steals a glance across at the one-armed man as she finishes up arranging the bouquet. He looks both out of place and not, sitting in such an obviously domestic setting. Perhaps it's just the doctor, but she can only really imagine him in the infirmary or outside - probably because that's the only place she's seen him so far. "Dead dead," she confirms. "And being alive again is wonderful."
A soft smile has crept across her face as she speaks, stepping back from the flowers to admire them for a second before coming back to herself. "I didn't want to go, the first time. It was an accident one LongNight," she explains, though honestly, she doesn't particularly want to go into it right now.
And so "You're welcome," she says as she moves to sink down into a comfortable looking armchair, kicking off her shoes to tuck her legs beneath her. "Usually I read," she confirms. "Not much else to do when you don't need sleep, right? And only recently have I found myself with company, I'll have you know. What about you...? Have you found a place to stay in the Grounds since you got back here?"
A soft smile has crept across her face as she speaks, stepping back from the flowers to admire them for a second before coming back to herself. "I didn't want to go, the first time. It was an accident one LongNight," she explains, though honestly, she doesn't particularly want to go into it right now.
And so "You're welcome," she says as she moves to sink down into a comfortable looking armchair, kicking off her shoes to tuck her legs beneath her. "Usually I read," she confirms. "Not much else to do when you don't need sleep, right? And only recently have I found myself with company, I'll have you know. What about you...? Have you found a place to stay in the Grounds since you got back here?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
