Isla
"You're welcome," Isla murmurs against his bare chest as his arms come up to circle her shoulders. "Always." Turning her head to eye up the mess of pillows and blankets, Sunjata's admission is an expected one, which probably explains why Isla does little more than nod her understanding. It is his usual, and while the Remedy isn't capable of staying awake all night any more, there's more than one way to soothe an overactive mind.
"Worried about nightmares?" she guesses softly. "Or just too many thoughts?" Or both, which is a nasty combination Sunjata seems quite adept at, if she says so herself. Snagging at one of his hands to draw him over to the bed, the Remedy pulls back the sheets before heading to the windows, sliding them all open to let in the soft, rhythmic roar of the waves.
"Do you want to do the talking, or shall I?" she asks, returning to bed to climb beneath the blankets; whichever it is, it should hopefully disrupt the cycle preventing the Flood from getting any rest, let alone any sleep.
"Worried about nightmares?" she guesses softly. "Or just too many thoughts?" Or both, which is a nasty combination Sunjata seems quite adept at, if she says so herself. Snagging at one of his hands to draw him over to the bed, the Remedy pulls back the sheets before heading to the windows, sliding them all open to let in the soft, rhythmic roar of the waves.
"Do you want to do the talking, or shall I?" she asks, returning to bed to climb beneath the blankets; whichever it is, it should hopefully disrupt the cycle preventing the Flood from getting any rest, let alone any sleep.
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
