ISLA
"Yeah," Isla echoes, somewhat lamely, but then again she's no longer listening to the words he's saying. It's all word soup, and the medic is more interested in what Nate isn't saying, what he's showing her rather than telling her. "It's not your fault either," she points out, pushing off from the counter as well. "And you don't have to worry about that, the infirmary is already fixed up. From here I'm just going to try and make sure that nothing like this ever happens again..."
Crossing the kitchen to Nate in a couple of short strides, Isla reaches out to gently clasp his forearms, glancing over him with a practiced eye that he'll probably recognise, given that they're both doctors. "You don't seem yourself," she says; an invitation to talk, if he wants to. "Do you want to step outside for a little bit? We don't have to go far."
Crossing the kitchen to Nate in a couple of short strides, Isla reaches out to gently clasp his forearms, glancing over him with a practiced eye that he'll probably recognise, given that they're both doctors. "You don't seem yourself," she says; an invitation to talk, if he wants to. "Do you want to step outside for a little bit? We don't have to go far."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
