Isla
Isla nods to him - whether it's the alcohol to thank or not, at least he's not going to get too cold after coming back from a literal desert. She helps to peel the rest of his shirt off, sitting before him and already dousing a dressing in some water so she can try and clean away all of the dried blood. "A gargoyle...?" she murmurs, a frown drawing her eyebrows together. "I'm sorry, Jata. It's not your fault, it was an accident..."
Pausing enough to reach up, Isla touches a hand to his cheek as if to try and encourage him to relax his jaw - one of these days he's going to crack a tooth, she's sure of it. But he does manage to tell her everything quickly and without rambling, for which Isla is thankful, and she nods as she drops her hand and continues to try and clean him up. "It looks like that healing has helped to close the worst of it up," she murmurs. "You won't need any stitches, but I'll get this cleaned and dressed for you, okay?"
Pausing enough to reach up, Isla touches a hand to his cheek as if to try and encourage him to relax his jaw - one of these days he's going to crack a tooth, she's sure of it. But he does manage to tell her everything quickly and without rambling, for which Isla is thankful, and she nods as she drops her hand and continues to try and clean him up. "It looks like that healing has helped to close the worst of it up," she murmurs. "You won't need any stitches, but I'll get this cleaned and dressed for you, okay?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
