Isla
"Ah," Isla says quietly, not needing whatever remains unsaid between them to know what he means; reaching out to lay a gentle hand on his arm, she gives it an apologetic squeeze. "I didn't mean to worry anyone. I just thought perhaps a change of scenery would get me out of my own head." Glancing back at the well for a second, she shrugs a shoulder. "Not sure how successful I was, to be honest."
As for his being bad company as well, Isla gives him a good-natured nudge with her elbow even if she can't conjure a smile for him. "Misery loves it, or so they say," she mumbles. "And I'm not even sure, honestly. I think the cart is half full, but I probably passed a lot of good timber on the way. I was just... walking. We could grab the rest if you want to walk back with me." It's an offer that Isla doesn't expect to make, and she pauses and gazes down at her feet.
"I didn't expect to still be angry," she admits, almost under her breath. "I should feel peaceful now, right? Having been able to say goodbye?"
As for his being bad company as well, Isla gives him a good-natured nudge with her elbow even if she can't conjure a smile for him. "Misery loves it, or so they say," she mumbles. "And I'm not even sure, honestly. I think the cart is half full, but I probably passed a lot of good timber on the way. I was just... walking. We could grab the rest if you want to walk back with me." It's an offer that Isla doesn't expect to make, and she pauses and gazes down at her feet.
"I didn't expect to still be angry," she admits, almost under her breath. "I should feel peaceful now, right? Having been able to say goodbye?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
