the hailstorm
Well, isn’t this fancy? Neron can’t stop himself from glancing around the examination room, watching Isla as she prepares her tools and her remedies, and he wonders whether Halo might not benefit from something like this. For Ascended and others, obviously. (Obviously). As she comes to sit before him, he finds himself entranced by the fun little stick light thing she’s got, nodding absently at her initial diagnosis.
”That makes sense,” he agrees, holding still and staring dead ahead with the sort of quiet compliance that speaks of years being trained for it. His pupils react as expected to the light, though he isn’t sure what exactly this is all for. ”Is this going to help you with the burns?” he asks dryly.
”That makes sense,” he agrees, holding still and staring dead ahead with the sort of quiet compliance that speaks of years being trained for it. His pupils react as expected to the light, though he isn’t sure what exactly this is all for. ”Is this going to help you with the burns?” he asks dryly.
