snow blind

ISLA physician, heal thyself "I should hope not," Isla says of falling in, though she's hopeful that the Sea of Glass might be even more frozen than they had first anticipated, and it will be a difficult thing indeed to fall through it. That's further evidenced by the beating Varus can provide the ice with his metal arm, Isla raising an eyebrow as she watches him go at it. "I'd love to see you try it out," she says, obviously meaning his fleshier arm, though she doesn't mean it. She's starting to quite enjoy the parts of him still made of flesh and blood (or the closest approximation to it). It doesn't take him long before a splinter of ice chips off that's more than large enough for the jar Isla has brought, her blue eyes lighting up. "That'll do it!" She smiles, gathering it up and breaking it into a few other pieces before gathering them all up in the jar. "My hero - thank you very much."