bite down on my winchester

"I see," Isla murmurs, nodding but not sounding surprised. She imagines Sunjata wouldn't be quite so calm (relatively so) in describing everything to her if this had been the first time it had happened. In the meantime, she smiles softly to Haai, reaching out to let the gryphon sniff at her hand and investigate further if that's what she wants to do. Sunjata is more helpful than he knows, and Isla gladly takes on board any snippets of information he is able to give, and she furrows her brow to hear the list of all that has happened to the two of them over the course of the past year. "That is... a lot," she agrees. "That is more than any soldier I have ever treated." It's an easy admission, because it's stark and true. Glancing to Sunjata now, she offers him another, softer smile. "Is that why you're sitting out here tonight?" she wonders. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die