snow blind

ISLA physician, heal thyself "You know, I thought you would say something like that," Isla says with a smirk, glancing across at him as they crunch their way towards the icy lake. She can't help but watch him, in nothing but a sweater to defend against the cold, metal catching the moonlight. She knows there's an assassin buried under his grins and his jokes, and yet to see him gleefully toss a snowball at a rock, she just can't see it. "Mmhm, that's the plan," Isla says, surreptitiously leaning down to roll some snow into a sphere between her hands. "We just set off onto the Sea of Glass, chip away a hunk of ice and store it in the jar I brought. Then when it melts, we're done." Straightening up, Isla wastes no time in lobbing the snowball at Varus's back. She is no warrior, and her throwing and her aim could use some work, but he's point blank so that should work in her favour, right?