Flesh and Bone [Open]

"Are you sure...? I could..." What, exactly, she didn't know. Hold the parasol for him? Help him up? Check him over? All were very valid ideas, but before Isla could settle on any one of them he was already on his feet and dusting himself off. A cursory glance over him proved that he did seem to be alright, but she zoned in on his hand at the same time as he did. Stepping forward, she caught sight of the cut but there wasn't blood oozing from it so much as... something... else. Her lips parted to ask a question, but the stranger seemed more forthcoming than expected, and explained at least that he wasn't 'normal', in his words. "Oh, I... I see. I mean... I work at the infirmary, so I could still patch it up for you if you like..." Curiosity burned in her - she couldn't help herself, and the chance to see something like this more closely almost never came along. "What do you mean by not being normal, if you don't mind my asking? Ah, but... this might be a better conversation away from the edge of the bridge, right?" Isla the flesh is weak