bite down on my winchester

It's settled, then, and Isla leaves the specifics of it for Sunjata to arrange. With luck it will mean that Nate gets the help he needs and the space to think - and perhaps the Flood will get a bit of relief from it as well, by proxy. Letting her hand drop from Sunjata's shoulder, Isla gets herself comfortable and crosses her legs as she peers off over the sides of the cliff. "Sometimes we need to be cruel to be kind," she says slowly; even knowing it's true doesn't mean that Isla likes it. "You know it's an issue, and you need to be the steady one, if he's having a hard time staying grounded. Stay calm, but firm. He can't figure this out unless he admits it's happening, but no one can do that apart from Nate." She shrugs her shoulders. "You just need to be the safe place where he can do that, if he wants to." Because he might not want to - something they're likely both aware of. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die