Isla
Leaning down to collect up her medical bag again, Isla tucks herself under his arm and continues on the trek across the bridge, her footsteps slow and leisurely. Neither of them feel the cold and it isn't as if it's actively blizzarding, so they don't have to be in any particular rush. "Is that so? Have you assassinated anyone recently with your very dangerous frisbee?" she inquires, as curious as she is teasing.
But then Varus brings her leadership into it and the medic has the decency to blush about it, silver colouring her cheeks just above the scarf she's wearing. "You think? I've just done my best for the Grounds, the same as anyone else..." Shrugging her shoulders, she gazes up at Varus. "I'm worried I might not always make the right decisions."
But then Varus brings her leadership into it and the medic has the decency to blush about it, silver colouring her cheeks just above the scarf she's wearing. "You think? I've just done my best for the Grounds, the same as anyone else..." Shrugging her shoulders, she gazes up at Varus. "I'm worried I might not always make the right decisions."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
