Isla
Echoing Sunjata in taking a sip of her drink - and it would be wise for it to be her last drink, given her relatively petite frame and low tolerance - Isla furrows her brow as she listens. "That's sad," she says softly, reaching out with one hand to rest it over the top of Sunjata's, offering him a smile in response to his own. "Well, if I ever get too touchy, just peel me off or throw me in a timeout," she says. "Hopefully after a little while things will settle."
Whether she wants them to is another matter entirely, and one that can absolutely take a conversational backseat for now. "He was a great doctor," she remarks of Nate, completely unsurprised to hear that he'd managed to fix up the wing properly. "And I suppose if I had them I'd wear them out all the time too." She remembers having them, briefly, but they were the wings of a manticore, huge and feathered and powerful.
But enough about that.
"Well, just be careful going through doorways and bumping into people," she says, waggling the finger of her free hand at him. "I don't think I'll be fit to practice medicine until tomorrow morning, so you take care of yourself."
Whether she wants them to is another matter entirely, and one that can absolutely take a conversational backseat for now. "He was a great doctor," she remarks of Nate, completely unsurprised to hear that he'd managed to fix up the wing properly. "And I suppose if I had them I'd wear them out all the time too." She remembers having them, briefly, but they were the wings of a manticore, huge and feathered and powerful.
But enough about that.
"Well, just be careful going through doorways and bumping into people," she says, waggling the finger of her free hand at him. "I don't think I'll be fit to practice medicine until tomorrow morning, so you take care of yourself."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
