snow blind

ISLA physician, heal thyself Their laughter echoes through the night, and anyone passing wouldn't be blamed for mistaking them for a couple of raucous teenagers, rather than a seasoned soldier and field medic. "I have no idea. One without an ounce of honour, I imagine," she murmurs as she melts into their kiss, her eyes slipping shut which, of course, gives him ample time to shove snow into her jacket. And to tag her. "Oi!" she squeals as he rolls away and dashes towards the Sea of Glass, Isla rolling to her feet and (after shaking the snow out of her coat) setting off after him, the darkness lending her quite the agility boost. "Varus Callahan, you get back here!" she calls after him, as if invoking his name should in some way make him slow down or stop. Even if he doesn't, though, at least they'll still get where they need to be.