ISLA
It doesn't matter, in the end, why they decide to sit or just who it is for - Isla appreciates the arm around her likely just as much as Nate does, and when he takes her hands, gathering them up as if she's the one in trouble, she can't help but to let him. "Oh, we have all dealt with messes before," she agrees with a small half-smile. "It doesn't always make it easy though, does it?"
Nodding to hear he needs to speak to Sunjata - so does Isla, but she won't let that slip given the nature of the conversation - the medic shifts a bit closer, that they might sit and watch the waves and the night slip by, as if nothing has changed and the world isn't going to shit around them. "Gods, I bet. Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes talking helps and sometimes it really doesn't, so I'm happy just to be here if you'd prefer."
Nodding to hear he needs to speak to Sunjata - so does Isla, but she won't let that slip given the nature of the conversation - the medic shifts a bit closer, that they might sit and watch the waves and the night slip by, as if nothing has changed and the world isn't going to shit around them. "Gods, I bet. Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes talking helps and sometimes it really doesn't, so I'm happy just to be here if you'd prefer."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
