Isla
"You might not be able to feel them, but I will still know if they're wonky," she informs him. "And I regret that I still have the rest of an infirmary to run after we are finished here, so I won't be able to spend an hour on each stitch." It might be fun if she did, granted, and there's still a smile on her face as she finishes the sutures, makes a last inspection, and sits back so she can take in the work as a whole (and the mangled arm now parted from his body).
Scoffing at what she quickly realises is roguish charm (she has spent enough time around the likes of Taliesins and Wrenzaoks to know it when she sees it), her eyebrows raise in defiant enjoyment. "Such a shame," she agrees. "If I find you go out and ruin another perfectly good limb just to come back in and see me, though, there's going to be trouble," Isla warns, waggling a scalpel finger at him for good measure.
Then she's putting away her tools and taking off her surgical protection, glancing over her shoulder at Cal wil a bright smile. "You are very welcome. The infirmary is always open, so if you do need anything else, just walk on in."
Scoffing at what she quickly realises is roguish charm (she has spent enough time around the likes of Taliesins and Wrenzaoks to know it when she sees it), her eyebrows raise in defiant enjoyment. "Such a shame," she agrees. "If I find you go out and ruin another perfectly good limb just to come back in and see me, though, there's going to be trouble," Isla warns, waggling a scalpel finger at him for good measure.
Then she's putting away her tools and taking off her surgical protection, glancing over her shoulder at Cal wil a bright smile. "You are very welcome. The infirmary is always open, so if you do need anything else, just walk on in."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
