snow blind

ISLA physician, heal thyself "Nooooo. No. Not at all." Isla says; she shakes her head no but her grin suggests yes, teasing and playful as it might be. And yes, it does seem as though their trip should go ahead without a hitch - until she commits a cardinal sin of starting a snowball fight with a seasoned assassin. The set of Varus's shoulders and the way he glances at her is enough for Isla to hold up her hands placatingly, but it's too late - with a peal of laughter, she tries to find a snowdrift to hide behind. Alas, she is too late, and his snowball catches her right in the ribs as she tumbles to the ground. "I'm sorry!" she calls out, giggling and trying to heap more snow to make a wall to act as a defence. And if she fires a few weak snowballs off in the meantime, it's entirely by panic and luck.