Isla
She sits quietly, allowing him to digest the information for as long as he needs. In the meantime, Isla arranges and double checks everything - by the time Cal says he's ready to proceed, she's probably performed the procedure in her mind a dozen or so times. "I'd say you're welcome, but it isn't the sort of news I enjoy giving. And alright, as long as you're sure. If that changes, just let me know."
And so Isla begins, scalpel blades slipping from her fingertips to make those first incisions. She plans to peel back the flesh before beginning the amputation, not wanting to cut any fluid lines or remove anything unnecessary. And luckily for Cal, she's more than comfortable carrying a conversation while she works. "Oh, no... I am an Outlander. I came here from a land called Northaven. I was only here for about a season before I decided to Ascend." She smiles across at him. "Do you want to keep the arm?"
And so Isla begins, scalpel blades slipping from her fingertips to make those first incisions. She plans to peel back the flesh before beginning the amputation, not wanting to cut any fluid lines or remove anything unnecessary. And luckily for Cal, she's more than comfortable carrying a conversation while she works. "Oh, no... I am an Outlander. I came here from a land called Northaven. I was only here for about a season before I decided to Ascend." She smiles across at him. "Do you want to keep the arm?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
