[SE] sweetness in silence

ISLA

"I'm sorry to hear that," Isla says of the house. She doesn't really know what it's like, to have a place like that; it's been so long since Northwind and her parents, and her home is more the infirmary than it is the little space with the cheerful green door. She can't imagine the loss he feels, even if he puts on a brave show of it. "If you want to take a look one day, I'll see if I can get cover for the infirmary and come with you," she suggests.

But then they're talking about the war, and her pebble blues darken considerably. And honestly, the only thing that surprises her about his story is the fact that Aamu was the one to train him; she hadn't considered her fellow Ascended to be anything but peaceful since meeting him. "An assassin, huh?" She glances up at him fleetingly. "Hopefully you were a good one. I was field medic for the war in my land. Botched assassinations were rare, but I was called to a couple. Bloody and brutal in general sounds about right, though."

Huffing out an unnecessary sigh, Isla gives him a nudge towards a fallen tree along the edges of the foliage - it makes a decent place to sit, and they've probably walked enough for now. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you got stuck under a hedge," she says.

she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner