we're always running scared but holding knives
She's taken aback by his concern, and it shows all over her face, Isla pausing to face him fully, as if trying to find the barb or the trick in his words. "Yeah, they are," she whispers at last, finding it impossible not to tell him the truth. He'd been her best friend for so long, and then more than that, and she can't leave him in the dark even if she'd wanted to. "Murder, kidnapping... crazy priests. LongNight monsters sneaking through portals. It's been a time."
Dropping her gaze, Isla can only shake her head softly to him. "I'm sorry too. What's... are you alright? You look like something bad has happened," she says, shifting her weight from foot to foot as if that might go some way towards taking her closer to him.
Dropping her gaze, Isla can only shake her head softly to him. "I'm sorry too. What's... are you alright? You look like something bad has happened," she says, shifting her weight from foot to foot as if that might go some way towards taking her closer to him.
Isla
