Isla
Isla is sure she has a good reason as well, but that doesn't mean she has to agree with it when it comes to one of her oldest and most cherished friends. Leaning into his embrace, her arms slip around Varus that she might let her head rest against his shoulder, relishing the solid realness of him in the moment. "That might be a good idea," she admits through a whisper. "Maybe I can send him a letter to explain, and... yeah."
But as they continue walking, Isla happily nestled beneath one of his arms, she can't help but smile up at him. "You would do that for me?" she mumbles. "You're too good to me, Cal. I'm sure he wouldn't squash you like a bug, not if you were bringing a message from me. I really appreciate that, though..."
Pausing near one of the larger trees in the glade, Isla gazes up and smiles suddenly, spotting a crop of snow moss growing against one of the big boughs. "You wouldn't mind giving me a boost up there with your big strong arm, would you?" she asks.
But as they continue walking, Isla happily nestled beneath one of his arms, she can't help but smile up at him. "You would do that for me?" she mumbles. "You're too good to me, Cal. I'm sure he wouldn't squash you like a bug, not if you were bringing a message from me. I really appreciate that, though..."
Pausing near one of the larger trees in the glade, Isla gazes up and smiles suddenly, spotting a crop of snow moss growing against one of the big boughs. "You wouldn't mind giving me a boost up there with your big strong arm, would you?" she asks.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
