back and forth to calm the squall

She doesn't expect it, to be drawn so close so quickly, and the tension all bleeds out of her as she's tucked in tight against Varus's chest. Her arms slip around him in return, Isla burying her face against the side of his neck, surprising herself in the way her throat suddenly feels tight. It has been days since the infirmary burned down, days since she started to rebuild - the little she's been able to, anyway - and suddenly it's his presence that is making her cave in. "It sucks," she whispers eventually, quietly furious in a way she hasn't been able to show since it happened. "Like... a lot." Slowly drawing back, she absently smooths out his shirt as if to apologise for making such a mess, before ushering him inside properly and closing the door behind them. "You heard what happened, then?" It's a stupid question, but it's all she's got. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die