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"More than a few moments." Isla smiles back to Sunjata, grateful for his help with the stockroom. It always goes by faster with two pairs of hands, the medic perusing the list very quickly once they're done and setting the paper down inside the room so she can restock later. With their chores complete and with Sunjata looking much more like the man she's come to know rather than a shade at the foot of the Spire, Isla is more than happy to follow after him. She seems to light up from within when faced with the two dark haired little ruffians, offering a bright smile and moving further into the room so she can lean down and greet them both. "Well aren't you two little heartbreakers?" she says by way of greeting, before flashing a smile up to Jata. "Do you want to go for a walk with them? It might be nice for them to get out." And she's there, of course, as backup in case one twin goes AWOL. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die