Isla
"I'm glad to hear it," Isla says of their deal, flashing a grin at him and shrugging her shoulders as he remarks on her un-duchessness. "Not me," she says softly. "Both of my parents were healers, though they were blessed with magic. I wasn't, so I had to learn everything the good, old fashioned way." The gory way, is another way of puttting it. It had made her into the medic she is today, though, so she can't complain about it one bit.
Then there's something more interesting to think about, though, especially as he mentions that the word isn't virus after all. "Varus? That isn't fair," she informs him. "You chose a word that doesn't actually exist. Name's don't count!" She raises her eyebrows, as if to inform him that this ought to count as him being in the shit, but she's endeared nonetheless. "Why is it such a secret, if you don't mind my asking?"
Then there's something more interesting to think about, though, especially as he mentions that the word isn't virus after all. "Varus? That isn't fair," she informs him. "You chose a word that doesn't actually exist. Name's don't count!" She raises her eyebrows, as if to inform him that this ought to count as him being in the shit, but she's endeared nonetheless. "Why is it such a secret, if you don't mind my asking?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
