Isla grinned and dipped into an elegant curtsey in response to Jigano's greeting, though her eyes flicked up to the tree and back again soon enough. She felt a little foolish as she realised this was not the tree he had intended to show her, the medic approaching and slipping her arm easily into the bard's. "Well, it was a rather lovely tree, even if a bit plain," she remarked, smirking and shrugging to him.
"I have been quite well! The usual flurry of patients through the Infirmary, but nothing too bad. What about you? Forgive me for saying so, but you look a little tired..." She smiled softly, as if to invite him to talk if he wanted to.
For better or worse, though, she was unfortunately distracted as the tree - the tree, evidently - came into view. Even with the sun not quite down, it was already starting to pulse and glitter with light. Isla blinked, awed by its ethereal beauty, but also... drawn to it suddenly. Inexplicably. "This is her work," she murmured.
"I have been quite well! The usual flurry of patients through the Infirmary, but nothing too bad. What about you? Forgive me for saying so, but you look a little tired..." She smiled softly, as if to invite him to talk if he wanted to.
For better or worse, though, she was unfortunately distracted as the tree - the tree, evidently - came into view. Even with the sun not quite down, it was already starting to pulse and glitter with light. Isla blinked, awed by its ethereal beauty, but also... drawn to it suddenly. Inexplicably. "This is her work," she murmured.
