ISLA
Isla is shamelessly people watching when the doors open and Sunjata walks in, recognisable instantly by his height if nothing else. Offering him a smile and shifting to sit up as he takes a seat across from her, the medic waves a hand as if to tell him not to be silly. "You have seen me just out of surgery," she reminds him. "I don't think I can say much about you looking as if you're doing hard work." And his is only dust and dirt rather than blood and guts.
She nods at the question they both know is coming, Isla quietly grateful that they can get right into it. "Seeing you at Torchline, you made it look so easy," she remarks, letting out a long sigh. "I just... you are already working so hard, Sunjata. With this King's End thing and everything else... are you sure you can take this on? I don't want you to burn out either... and I don't want the Grounds to get anything less than what it needs."
She nods at the question they both know is coming, Isla quietly grateful that they can get right into it. "Seeing you at Torchline, you made it look so easy," she remarks, letting out a long sigh. "I just... you are already working so hard, Sunjata. With this King's End thing and everything else... are you sure you can take this on? I don't want you to burn out either... and I don't want the Grounds to get anything less than what it needs."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
