Isla
Isla follows after Sunjata with wary eyes and hands ready to reach out and try to catch him, though by some miracle they make it upstairs without incident. "Are you warm enough?" she asks softly, suddenly very aware of the snowstorm that recently blew in from the Greatwood. Deepfrost has arrived and it has taken no prisoners, but they are lucky in the Grounds these days, with most being Ascended.
Either way, Isla is careful to dust things off as best she can where they're going to use them, including batting out the sheets (just about) before Jata collapses down onto the bed. Needing no light, her blue eyes flash in the darkness as she draws up a seat opposite where he's sitting, nodding gently. "Sure, let's see what we're working with," she murmurs, getting out her kit from her bag.
"So the relic didn't go down without a fight?" she guesses, feeling a prang of worry for Varus, but squashing it down lest it take over her thoughts.
Either way, Isla is careful to dust things off as best she can where they're going to use them, including batting out the sheets (just about) before Jata collapses down onto the bed. Needing no light, her blue eyes flash in the darkness as she draws up a seat opposite where he's sitting, nodding gently. "Sure, let's see what we're working with," she murmurs, getting out her kit from her bag.
"So the relic didn't go down without a fight?" she guesses, feeling a prang of worry for Varus, but squashing it down lest it take over her thoughts.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
