when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Oh, I bet." Isla grins; this is much more like the Sunjata she's used to seeing. Actually, given that she usually sees him when he's in trouble, or a hallucinating insomniac worried about seeing his father everywhere, this is a lot better. Raising her eyebrows to see the blob of water hovering towards her, she tilts her head at the Flood. "Well look at you," she murmurs, starting to wash off the pieces to see them better.
She nearly drops one, though, to hear his request, silver rushing to her cheeks. "Uh?" Is that a response? How does that become a response? "I mean... I... when you say help, what does that actually entail?" she asks. It's already a very strange existence with an Ascended boyfriend and a Ludo demigod and a tall and handsome stranger in the Wilds and the Prince looking the way he does... why not just throw that in?
The offer of a shift can wait - Isla's mind is currently very preoccupied.
She nearly drops one, though, to hear his request, silver rushing to her cheeks. "Uh?" Is that a response? How does that become a response? "I mean... I... when you say help, what does that actually entail?" she asks. It's already a very strange existence with an Ascended boyfriend and a Ludo demigod and a tall and handsome stranger in the Wilds and the Prince looking the way he does... why not just throw that in?
The offer of a shift can wait - Isla's mind is currently very preoccupied.
i could die
Isla
