Isla
"Oh?" Isla's eyes light up before promptly dimming once more, like a candle being snuffed out. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, Cal. Did... would you like me to check with any of the Grounders, to see if they remember your family? There are a few old lines here, they might have some idea about where they were buried, or if there's anything left you might find." It sounds unlikely even to Isla's ears - maybe after fifty years there might be some hope. But three hundred? The chances are very slim indeed.
Wiping away the hint of sadness to offer him a gentle smile, Isla nods and lets out a long sigh. "Make sure you do. It's important to rest, even if we can't sleep. I am as guilty of that as anyone else." And it's true - perhaps with someone at the infirmary on a regular basis, she'd actually be held responsible for her own time management. As for her adjustment? Isla brightens all over again. "Relatively easy, I think. I was only gone for a couple of years. The main change was in the people. The friends I knew."
Wiping away the hint of sadness to offer him a gentle smile, Isla nods and lets out a long sigh. "Make sure you do. It's important to rest, even if we can't sleep. I am as guilty of that as anyone else." And it's true - perhaps with someone at the infirmary on a regular basis, she'd actually be held responsible for her own time management. As for her adjustment? Isla brightens all over again. "Relatively easy, I think. I was only gone for a couple of years. The main change was in the people. The friends I knew."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
