when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Gilded tongues, but unable to lie. Perhaps Nephele will be lucky and Isla will not ask the direct and practical questions that she is known for. Perhaps not. Either way, there is not much of a wait when the Fae taps at her green door; it's a small lodging, but tidy and clean if not entirely filled with sunshine. And Isla can't really look all that tired given that she doesn't need to sleep or rest, but she definitely appears world-weary when she answers.
"Oh," she says, "hello. Please come in - is it about your shoulder?" She nods at the state of the Fae woman, ushering her into her living room. It's a very makeshift clinic that will get more comprehensive in the coming days, but it's nothing compared to the infirmary. "I'm sorry, this is about as rudimentary as it gets at the moment. My name is Isla."
"Oh," she says, "hello. Please come in - is it about your shoulder?" She nods at the state of the Fae woman, ushering her into her living room. It's a very makeshift clinic that will get more comprehensive in the coming days, but it's nothing compared to the infirmary. "I'm sorry, this is about as rudimentary as it gets at the moment. My name is Isla."
i could die
Isla
