when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Oh?" Isla halts, about to sit down and invite Nephele to do the same when it becomes clear that there's no need; the Fae doesn't intend to stay and Isla's services aren't needed. And although she is concerned, evidenced by the way she glances over the Fae's bandages, what Nephele says is true - her supplies are very scarce indeed. "Well, I hope you are able to find your healer swiftly. Should you need anything, you are always welcome to come here."
Is she okay, though? Isla smiles sadly. "I am alive. More than I can say for the two patients I was caring for. And this is... not ideal." She gestures to her home-turned-clinic. "But things could be worse, I suppose... But if I might ask, what were you doing in the Hollowed Grounds? I did not think the Fae wished to associate themselves with us..."
Is she okay, though? Isla smiles sadly. "I am alive. More than I can say for the two patients I was caring for. And this is... not ideal." She gestures to her home-turned-clinic. "But things could be worse, I suppose... But if I might ask, what were you doing in the Hollowed Grounds? I did not think the Fae wished to associate themselves with us..."
i could die
Isla
