Isla
"You certainly can, and you are." Isla smiles to him, hopping over a small snowdrift as they round the corner on the path, and she raises her eyebrows as she suddenly realises the way they've come. "But then again I don't think I've had you as a bodyguard yet. A boyfriend, though? You're first class," she informs him, suddenly nudging him with her hip and nodding down a small alleyway; either they can continue on the path and go home, or they can detour through the alley and maybe they'll end up at a certain, strange little room in the Grounds?
Still, talk of war keeps the flirtatious thoughts from her lips, and instead Isla nods as she puzzles it all through. "Don't waste your talents sticking next to me, though," she warns him softly. "I'll probably be at a defensive point, wherever that happens to be. I don't plan on being a sitting duck, but as a doctor I know where I belong in a fight."
Still, talk of war keeps the flirtatious thoughts from her lips, and instead Isla nods as she puzzles it all through. "Don't waste your talents sticking next to me, though," she warns him softly. "I'll probably be at a defensive point, wherever that happens to be. I don't plan on being a sitting duck, but as a doctor I know where I belong in a fight."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
