we're always running scared but holding knives
"Different is a good way of putting it," Isla agrees, having gone through several such transformations in her life (and deaths) to understand the choice of words quite intimately by now. The surprise comes, honestly, at the compliment to her space of all things, the Remedy finding herself smiling into it as if seeing it with fresh eyes. "That's kind of you to say. Shall I make some tea?" Unsure if that's anything like his drink of choice, he'll be pleased to note there's also a well-stocked liquor shelf if that's his preference.
Allowing him to depart and to take as much time as he needs, by the time Astaroth makes his return Isla has just taken her whistling kettle off the stove, and has also unpinned her hair to let it fall around her shoulders. "Honestly? I think it saved my life," she admits in response to his question, her smile directed into her teacup. "I lost everything during the war, and being an Ascended, it was far too easy not to feel anything. It sounds cliche, given what we are, but becoming an Ancient really put the fire back in me."
Chuckling, she finally lifts her gaze back up towards her guest, expression lighting up to see him so put together. "You look good as new," she compliments.
Allowing him to depart and to take as much time as he needs, by the time Astaroth makes his return Isla has just taken her whistling kettle off the stove, and has also unpinned her hair to let it fall around her shoulders. "Honestly? I think it saved my life," she admits in response to his question, her smile directed into her teacup. "I lost everything during the war, and being an Ascended, it was far too easy not to feel anything. It sounds cliche, given what we are, but becoming an Ancient really put the fire back in me."
Chuckling, she finally lifts her gaze back up towards her guest, expression lighting up to see him so put together. "You look good as new," she compliments.
Isla
