believer, believe it

The Prince busies himself with one of Isla's medical textbooks, leaving the couple to talk. And Isla wastes no time in getting comfortable, pulling up her legs to tuck them across Varus's lap, leaning into the arm he slips around her. "Mmhm. We were very surprised," she murmurs, annoyingly pressing a kiss against his chin for the sake of it. "It went well, if not... entirely to plan," she agrees with a smirk; it going to plan implies that there was ever a plan. "We ran into a green and purple dragon - little ones. They were cute, but they very much wanted to hurt us, so we had to attack them. And I think Nate must have had a shift from Sunjata, because he ended up fighting a much bigger yellow dragon." It's all very draconic, she knows. "Az and Nate are fine, I think. They seemed fine, anyway, when we got back through the portal. But how are you?" Smiling up at him, she lets a hand trace affectionately along his jawline. Isla the flesh is weak