back and forth to calm the squall

It isn't an imposition at all. That's what Isla wants to say, but already, despite their closeness, despite the arm that twines so gently around her waist and the way she feels him smile back against her lips, there's a thread of uncertainty that would have her going along with whatever he decided to do. So when he puts the ball back in her court it's a blessing, in fact, and she melts further agains him. "Honestly, I would really appreciate the company," she admits, turning to see him take the kettle off the heat. And with the hand smoothing along the small of her back, it's easier to say what comes next. "They still don't know what happened with the infirmary. Or who did it, or why. All I'm sure of is that it wasn't an accident. So... it would be good, to have someone else here," she murmurs. So, smiling up at Varus, she absently rests her hands against his chest. "Even without your lovely green shirt." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die