ISLA
Help would be required is a bit of a snag given just how antisocial the two of them have become. Or... well, not antisocial per say, but just... unconnected. Still, it's something Isla has plenty of time to mull over when Sunjata takes himself off to bed; she bids him goodnight and waits until the soft sound of snoring (her senses aren't this acute in the refuge, but it's still audible) comes from the room.
And then? Well, she'll apologise for it later, but she's got to make some space to work, so Isla spends a little time clearing away the empty bottles and other evidence of Sunjata's coping mechanisms before sitting down at the table to begin writing up the ideas they've voiced. She gets as far as a "???" in the place of a name, their initial suggestions and some initial supplies they'll need, before there's a strange sort of silence instead of snoring.
Isla doesn't know what makes her go to check in on the Flood, but when she does it's more than obvious that he's not had a sweet dream, and she steps into the darkened room on soft feet. "Hey," she says softly. "Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"
And then? Well, she'll apologise for it later, but she's got to make some space to work, so Isla spends a little time clearing away the empty bottles and other evidence of Sunjata's coping mechanisms before sitting down at the table to begin writing up the ideas they've voiced. She gets as far as a "???" in the place of a name, their initial suggestions and some initial supplies they'll need, before there's a strange sort of silence instead of snoring.
Isla doesn't know what makes her go to check in on the Flood, but when she does it's more than obvious that he's not had a sweet dream, and she steps into the darkened room on soft feet. "Hey," she says softly. "Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
