Isla
"Duchesses aren't usually field medics in a war," Isla points out with a sly smile, though she does duck her head apologetically for laughing so obviously at him. "I have learned more swears from soldiers in pain than I care to remember. Add that to the things I've seen, the things I've smelled, and we're getting further and further from nobility all the while."
Raising her eyebrows to hear that it's fine, Isla chooses not to mention Varus's apparent decision to eat the beach again, turning her attention instead to the smooth green glass in her hands. "Mm, I think it will do nicely, don't you?" She smiles. "Though I don't have anywhere to put it, no... You wouldn't happen to have a spare pocket?" It's with an innocent glance up at him that she starts to try and search out those pockets, and if her hands ghost by other places along the way? Ah well.
Raising her eyebrows to hear that it's fine, Isla chooses not to mention Varus's apparent decision to eat the beach again, turning her attention instead to the smooth green glass in her hands. "Mm, I think it will do nicely, don't you?" She smiles. "Though I don't have anywhere to put it, no... You wouldn't happen to have a spare pocket?" It's with an innocent glance up at him that she starts to try and search out those pockets, and if her hands ghost by other places along the way? Ah well.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
