snow blind

ISLA physician, heal thyself Isla is cackling as she bolts past him, feeling really rather proud of herself for managing to catch him so spectacularly off guard. Alas, it seems she doesn't know her own speed, and the Sea of Glass is upon them both before the medic has any chance of slowing down. So she goes sailing across the ice for a good few feet before losing her balance and falling on her backside, laughing all the while. "Life isn't fair, Cal!" she calls back to him cheerfully, before she's focusing on sliding to a halt and finding her footing again. By the time she makes it back to him, he seems to have found a promising bit of ice, Isla tilting her head and nodding as she crouches down beside it. "I think this will do pretty well," she agrees, her shrunken face smiling up at him in the reflection of the ice as she pulls out the jar from the inside of her coat. "Would you be so kind as to use your big strong manly arm to chip a bit of ice for me?"