Isla
"I don't believe it," Isla says ever so sweetly as she takes the bandage from her teeth. The urge to reach out to pinch his cheek is almost irresistible, and it's only the fact that he's sitting up and smooshing about her good work that stops her - she bats at him instead. "It is weeks away..." There's that smile again, the medic flicking her eyes up to meet Remi's. "And the Ascended don't need the infirmary all that much..."
There was never any doubt, truly. An adventure? It has been far too long since she's had one of those. "Listen, the Hollowed Grounds isn't your problem any more. You leave the monsters to us, okay?" Isla scoffs and sits back, satisfied with her work. "Besides, someone will have to keep an eye on you to stop you breaking any more toes."
There is one snag though, Isla gazing sheepishly down at herself. "I'm not really a fighter, though. I don't want to end up as some silly damsel in distress."
There was never any doubt, truly. An adventure? It has been far too long since she's had one of those. "Listen, the Hollowed Grounds isn't your problem any more. You leave the monsters to us, okay?" Isla scoffs and sits back, satisfied with her work. "Besides, someone will have to keep an eye on you to stop you breaking any more toes."
There is one snag though, Isla gazing sheepishly down at herself. "I'm not really a fighter, though. I don't want to end up as some silly damsel in distress."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
