Their shared humor over the unfortunate teen was a bright spark in the bard's chest, and he listened cheerfully to her wisdom, nodding in understanding. "That makes sense, and I found the same - though in different fields, of course," he agreed readily, shadowing her at a courteous distance as she began to putter around gathering their supplies. He noted where things were kept, and in what order so that he'd be able to help put them away later, but raised a brow as she hopped up on the bed herself.
At her declaration he drew in a sharp breath, allowing her to see his discomfiture as he tucked is long-fingered hands into his sleeves and regarded her with far more solemnity. "You've been led to believe, but you don't know for certain?" he clarified, a questioning note in his voice. "Isla, even if it's true... I can't say that I'm comfortable cutting into a perfectly well person - a friend - especially when I may very well make mistakes and hurt you more. And..." He hesitated, thinking on a recent conversation with Sam. "If you are hurt and need... fluid..." he didn't quite stumble over the word, but said it slowly. "Is the shrine in the back of the Temple near enough for you to replenish at?"
At her declaration he drew in a sharp breath, allowing her to see his discomfiture as he tucked is long-fingered hands into his sleeves and regarded her with far more solemnity. "You've been led to believe, but you don't know for certain?" he clarified, a questioning note in his voice. "Isla, even if it's true... I can't say that I'm comfortable cutting into a perfectly well person - a friend - especially when I may very well make mistakes and hurt you more. And..." He hesitated, thinking on a recent conversation with Sam. "If you are hurt and need... fluid..." he didn't quite stumble over the word, but said it slowly. "Is the shrine in the back of the Temple near enough for you to replenish at?"
