Isla
"They certainly know how to make you aware of things," Isla says of Ascended bodies. For her, a fighter? Perhaps not, but she has never been given the chance to demonstrate it. Everything else, though? Well, Cal will know more than most how vocal his body can be about its warnings and alarms and alerts and thresholds. Her thoughts are entirely on this, in fact, when the asshole stranger makes his move. It takes a lot to startle Isla, but someone screaming loudly after an amputation will do it.
He'll find, though, that her reaction is not to shriek, but to swear and beat him with his own severed arm. "You frightened the life out of me-- oh, gods, I'm so sorry." She can't help but laugh as she realises what she's done, a silvery blush colouring her cheeks, and she holds still to allow him to inspect it and surrenders it willingly. "I can always fill a sock with rocks and attach it as a sling," she remarks - and maybe beat him with that too, for startling her - before she's leaning in to sew up the rest. "Just a few more minutes and you'll be free to frighten another day."
He'll find, though, that her reaction is not to shriek, but to swear and beat him with his own severed arm. "You frightened the life out of me-- oh, gods, I'm so sorry." She can't help but laugh as she realises what she's done, a silvery blush colouring her cheeks, and she holds still to allow him to inspect it and surrenders it willingly. "I can always fill a sock with rocks and attach it as a sling," she remarks - and maybe beat him with that too, for startling her - before she's leaning in to sew up the rest. "Just a few more minutes and you'll be free to frighten another day."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
