Isla
It should be manageable, and Isla's sunny smile remains in place even as she clinks her empty glass against Sunjata's in preparation for it to be refilled. And only when he sets the bottle down hard enough to topple it - Isla reaches out to steady it automatically, but is no longer nearly as dexterous and ends up just kind of patting the top of it instead - does she realise her faux pas.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Withdrawing the hand that had been about to trace the silver-white strike of a scar (it acts without her permission, she swears), Isla instead clasps both around her glass. "I swear I wasn't this touchy before," she adds with a chuckle. The mention of the break and the reason behind it, though, has her glancing back at the appendage with a soft frown.
"That's terrible," she murmurs. "Is there anything I can do? As - you know - as a doctor or whatever."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Withdrawing the hand that had been about to trace the silver-white strike of a scar (it acts without her permission, she swears), Isla instead clasps both around her glass. "I swear I wasn't this touchy before," she adds with a chuckle. The mention of the break and the reason behind it, though, has her glancing back at the appendage with a soft frown.
"That's terrible," she murmurs. "Is there anything I can do? As - you know - as a doctor or whatever."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
