Isla gasped softly at the mere thought of tiny prancing little Luxere, for a moment caught in her own image of them and smiling delightedly. Logical and unflinching the healer might be in a crisis, but damn it she had a right to find baby things cute. She was exercising that right. "Well, then I hope that even if we aren't here next year, that we can find these creatures again." Wistful, she watched the deer enjoy their meal in peace for a few moments, content in their presence and Jigano's as well.
Humming in agreement at his summary of the people of Northaven, she could only shrug her shoulders. "I think a lot of them are trying to forget where we came from, in some ways," she admitted. "I wasn't there for long, so... another change just after arrival isn't so bad, right?"
And she'd only committed to further change since then, hadn't she? Speaking of which, she gave Jigano's suggestion the consideration it deserved as he brought up paying the Voice another visit. "I think I will have to, if nothing more than to find out what our role is in this whole thing. If she knows. Or can tell us." She sighed. So many questions, and answers were annoyingly evasive.
Luckily, a snuffling nose distracted her enough to bring back her smile, Isla glancing to Jigano. "I have more hay, and oats," she said, leaning down and retrieving her pack. "But I feel like your apples are a bigger hit."
Humming in agreement at his summary of the people of Northaven, she could only shrug her shoulders. "I think a lot of them are trying to forget where we came from, in some ways," she admitted. "I wasn't there for long, so... another change just after arrival isn't so bad, right?"
And she'd only committed to further change since then, hadn't she? Speaking of which, she gave Jigano's suggestion the consideration it deserved as he brought up paying the Voice another visit. "I think I will have to, if nothing more than to find out what our role is in this whole thing. If she knows. Or can tell us." She sighed. So many questions, and answers were annoyingly evasive.
Luckily, a snuffling nose distracted her enough to bring back her smile, Isla glancing to Jigano. "I have more hay, and oats," she said, leaning down and retrieving her pack. "But I feel like your apples are a bigger hit."
