ISLA
"The church. I'll make sure that's on the list, if Wessex doesn't already have it in hand," Isla agrees with a soft nod, tucking a wisp of blonde hair behind her ear. "And I'll come knocking as soon as we know what's going on, don't you worry." He isn't the only one who wants to do things right this time, but Isla is no powerhouse. She knows her strengths, and they lie in helping the Nates of the world operate.
Catching his gaze is like being pulled into a sudden riptide, Isla raising her eyebrows seeming unable not to offer him a small smile for his trouble. "And I you," she says softly, before stepping back as well to look over all the supplies he's gathered.
"And if I want to be put to work?" she challenges with mischief in her voice, spreading her hands as if to tell Nate where he needs her. Even if that's unpacking and stacking supplies, the medic will be sure to make the most of it.
~FIN
Catching his gaze is like being pulled into a sudden riptide, Isla raising her eyebrows seeming unable not to offer him a small smile for his trouble. "And I you," she says softly, before stepping back as well to look over all the supplies he's gathered.
"And if I want to be put to work?" she challenges with mischief in her voice, spreading her hands as if to tell Nate where he needs her. Even if that's unpacking and stacking supplies, the medic will be sure to make the most of it.
~FIN
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
