Isla
There's no awkwardness in Isla, at least, and the smile she directs back at Sunjata is warm and understanding. "It's difficult when it feels like you are stuck in a bubble," she agrees. "Even more so when you are literally stuck in one. I cannot blame anyone who decided to get out and see the world. Especially when it is somewhere like this - Torchline is beautiful." And it continues to be that way as they head deeper into town towards the medical clinic.
And then they are there - Isla doesn't comment on anything making sense when it comes to what she's been through and how she's gotten here, because... it really doesn't. It doesn't make a lick of sense. So instead she merely looks upon the building, examining it carefully and taking it all in, as if she's trying to collect mental notes for her own clinic back in the Hollowed Grounds.
She'd offer to hold the box, but Sunjata seems to have hold of it alright, and instead Isla offers a murmur of thanks as she sidles in through the doors. "Those are a lot of scars," she remarks of his hand, unable to help herself.
And then they are there - Isla doesn't comment on anything making sense when it comes to what she's been through and how she's gotten here, because... it really doesn't. It doesn't make a lick of sense. So instead she merely looks upon the building, examining it carefully and taking it all in, as if she's trying to collect mental notes for her own clinic back in the Hollowed Grounds.
She'd offer to hold the box, but Sunjata seems to have hold of it alright, and instead Isla offers a murmur of thanks as she sidles in through the doors. "Those are a lot of scars," she remarks of his hand, unable to help herself.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
