when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"It is a cool metal arm," Isla concedes with a rather girlish smile in his direction. "And it's a deal, then. I'd better get speeding through it so I can confirm whether or not it's the husband. Not to you, though. I'll let you find that out on your own." So saying, she reaches across him to take the book again, and it takes a lot of effort not to glare at the page he's folded the corner down on (it's blasphemy in her eyes).
It's a surprise to hear that he's headed to Torchline - Isla will be going as well soon enough, not that she's aware of it - and she tilts her head to him. "I didn't realise you enjoyed the water," she says softly, having to stop herself from asking if he knows anyone there - because he might have, once upon a time. But not now. "Well, I hope you have a good time. Don't walk too far into the ocean."
It's a surprise to hear that he's headed to Torchline - Isla will be going as well soon enough, not that she's aware of it - and she tilts her head to him. "I didn't realise you enjoyed the water," she says softly, having to stop herself from asking if he knows anyone there - because he might have, once upon a time. But not now. "Well, I hope you have a good time. Don't walk too far into the ocean."
i could die
Isla
