Isla
"I do like flowers - how astute of you to remember. And you got an evening primrose," she murmurs, half to herself as if his choice of blooms has been entirely random and not something perfectly crafted on purpose with her profession in mind. "Well isn't that noble of you?" Grinning, Isla nods confirmation that he might walk her home - she assumes he isn't intending to linger around the Temple or the infirmary, given that he was only here (presumably) to find her.
"That's a relief. Your arm is in cold storage, so if and when you know what you would like to do with it, please just let me know." she tells him, before something he said before snags on her again. "A few centuries," she repeats, glancing across at him. "How are you adjusting, since we saw each other last? Did you find anything that looks familiar?"
"That's a relief. Your arm is in cold storage, so if and when you know what you would like to do with it, please just let me know." she tells him, before something he said before snags on her again. "A few centuries," she repeats, glancing across at him. "How are you adjusting, since we saw each other last? Did you find anything that looks familiar?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
