Isla
"Ah, I see," Isla says with a gentle nod of understanding, turning back to finish putting everything back where it ought to be. It is clear that she has taken a different sort of meaning to his response - biting him once or twice in order to get something that might protect her at LongNight was different to essentially doing it for fun. Once all of her equipment is back where it should be, she returns to sit on the stool next to the bed, content to chat for as long as he likes.
Not that it's an easy conversation, and on instinct she reaches out to touch a hand to his arm, offering a sad smile. "It can be whatever way it likes," she says. "You will always be my best friend, and you are always welcome in whatever home I make for myself. With any luck, that will still exist when the sun comes back."
Not that it's an easy conversation, and on instinct she reaches out to touch a hand to his arm, offering a sad smile. "It can be whatever way it likes," she says. "You will always be my best friend, and you are always welcome in whatever home I make for myself. With any luck, that will still exist when the sun comes back."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
