bite down on my winchester

The attention is given willingly and happily to Haai, Isla scritching under her chin and letting a smile bloom across her face at the smoke that curls up from her maw. Only as Sunjata leans forward and glances across to her does she withdraw her fuss with one last scratch behind the ear, focusing instead on the Flood. "I suppose you and Nate have both been through a lot over this past year," she agrees with a nod. "If only we could still get fucked up," she laments with a smirk that's only half playful. "Still, there is always Frey's room, if you two both wanted to take a night off from all of... this." Isla waves a hand at the rolling ocean, the Torchline lights, the islands clamouring for attention while the rest of Sunjata's personal life caves in on itself. "I know I have needed it, especially after what happened to my infirmary." Still, between the room and the medical clinic, perhaps Nate could gain a little ground back when it came to his mental health. "Are you going to be alright, if he leaves for a few days?" she asks. "I ask partly because I care about you as well, but also because the last thing Nate will need is to pick up your pieces after he's just put himself back together." If it even works. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die