Isla
Well she doesn't expect that. Isla removes the blade in one fluid motion, gentle but quick, and she's just setting it down and gathering some gauze to press over it when a growl rumbles up in Varus's throat, Isla flinching just a little. "Whoa, hey--" she presses the dressing over the wound, holding it there with a steady hand, though her other moves to touch against his cheek as if to guide him to try and look at her.
"It's alright," she says slowly. "It will pass - your body is just doing what it needs to do to keep you safe." The explanations come easily, Isla having studied and examined the Ascended form enough to anticipate how it would work. Still, she hadn't counted on his discomfort, her thumb brushing across his jawline. "You can talk to me. About anything."
"It's alright," she says slowly. "It will pass - your body is just doing what it needs to do to keep you safe." The explanations come easily, Isla having studied and examined the Ascended form enough to anticipate how it would work. Still, she hadn't counted on his discomfort, her thumb brushing across his jawline. "You can talk to me. About anything."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
