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Silence drops over them, pensive and brooding, and Isla lets it. Because sometimes there isn't anything more to say; sometimes things don't have an easy answer, and sometimes talking about it won't make things any less complicated or any less painful. And so the waves crash against the sides of the cliffs, and wounds caused by love ones continue to fester. "It does seem like things are moving very quickly lately, doesn't it," she mumbles, raising her pebble blues to his face as he turns, though she can't quite manage a smile for him this time. Grounds first, then we'll go from there. That is something Isla can get behind, at least, and she nods to him, reaching out to touch a hand to his forearm. "Just let me know when you're in the grounds, and once you and Nate have had a break, I'll invite him to the infirmary to do some work with me," she decides. "Thanks, Sunjata, for speaking with me. At least both of us can have an eye on it now, right?" Isla will sit with him for a few minutes more, before the reminder of her work and her patience inevitably drags her from her reverie. She leaves him on the cliffs where she has found him, hopefully better than before if only in some small way. ~FIN ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die