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Isla

"It's what Frey would want," Isla points out, entirely yanking his chain by now but enjoying herself thoroughly nonetheless. "Which, as their demigod, I would have expected you to realise." Sighing as if she's disappointed in him, it's with a reconciliary pat to his shoulder that she follows him through the rooms. All cozy enough and certainly functional, if not terribly bare - and not in a good, brothel way either.

"That does seem wise - most workers tend to use the space to live in anyway, right?" Though if there begin to be themes like jungle and underwater she might not be able to resist poking fun. "I suppose I should find a space for my infirmary as well, huh." In the excitement of putting walls up and a roof on, she'd almost forgotten her part in all of this.

Following him back towards the main rooms where they've stored some furniture, Isla is smiling up towards the loft as well, almost walking full into Sunjata as he airs his question. "Would I...?" she repeats, having assumed she'd be in the Refuge still, that Sunjata would want his space back sooner or later.

"I mean, I haven't given it much thought," she confesses. "I suppose there are plenty of rooms, right?"

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives