when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Alright. We'll hold a little bonfire and send it to the little manicure place in the sky," Isla tells him with a decisive nod. She doesn't expect him to respond quite so sincerely to her offer, but the medic wastes no time. With another soft smile, she rises to her feet and sweeps out of the room to fetch her things. And by the time she comes back, Varus has stripped to the waist and Isla is definitely not looking at anything else apart from his shiny new arm. Nope. No siree.
She sets the bag down next to him on the bed, removing a few bits and bobs and holding out a hand for him. "Do you mind?" she asks. Does he mind if she takes a physical look, she means. "It's incredible. How does it feel? Like your old one?" The mechanisms are seamless, just from a first glance, and Isla has no doubt that it will be capable of more than just being an arm, if the Voice is involved.
She sets the bag down next to him on the bed, removing a few bits and bobs and holding out a hand for him. "Do you mind?" she asks. Does he mind if she takes a physical look, she means. "It's incredible. How does it feel? Like your old one?" The mechanisms are seamless, just from a first glance, and Isla has no doubt that it will be capable of more than just being an arm, if the Voice is involved.
i could die
Isla
