it doesn't have to be perfect

Isla

"You'd have enjoyed it too, if you were in my shoes." Isla grins to him, melting into the kiss he presses to her lips and letting her fingers play through his dark hair. "Mmm, I couldn't do that - it's against my medical code to turn people away from the infirmary. Though I suppose if you were really committed, you'd find creative ways to hurt yourself so you could keep coming to see me."

And she can definitely see Varus doing something like that, so she gives his cheek a gentle pat, as if to warn him not to get any ideas. "Thank you for hearing me out, about the Remi stuff," she murmurs. "And for agreeing to speak with him. And for helping me with the snow moss. Shall we head back home now? Collecting the rest of the herbs can wait, I think."

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard