all of the strangers are gone

"If you fall on me, Sunjata, we are going to regret not hiring a second medic for this place," Isla says mildly, with a sly grin over her shoulder at him as they reach the loft and he starts dancing without moving. "Especially with how tall you are, and those horns to contend with." But there aren't any mishaps (so far, anyway), and she leaves him to pull off his shirt and hopefully not get stuck in it or trip over. Unable to resist a peek through the curtains - paranoia beats anxiety like rock beats scissors, okay - it's only when Isla is convinced that they aren't under immediate Enenra threat that she relaxes enough to draw back to the bed. Slipping off her shoes and fluffing up the pillows to sink down, she nods approvingly at the mattress. "It's more for you than me, but the bed is comfortable," she tells him, plucking up the book and patting the blankets. "So most of this apparently takes place in a library," she murmurs. "I remember that much. Makes me sad we didn't host any murder mystery dinners at the Atheneum." ISLA