Isla
"Yes," Isla says, a little more abruptly than she means to, "I've seen these sorts of injuries before." And while she is no longer spared the pain of having to manually open the trap, she is confident in her ability to do so. She's cracked open sternums and set breaks - though it's been a while since her last surgery, granted. "I'm a doctor," she adds quietly, as if belatedly remembering that all of their unspoken history is gone - and it probably won't be the first time.
The shadow of tawny wings makes her back itch and brings a lump to her throat, but luckily her expression is mostly hidden by the curtain of her fair hair as she takes hold of the lever, drawing it carefully from the rusty mechanism. A soft curse under her breath and some brute force gets the vice-like teeth of the trap to open from around the unicorn's leg, Isla frowning. "Can you tell if it's broken?" she wants to know, not at the best vantage point for that sort of examination.
The shadow of tawny wings makes her back itch and brings a lump to her throat, but luckily her expression is mostly hidden by the curtain of her fair hair as she takes hold of the lever, drawing it carefully from the rusty mechanism. A soft curse under her breath and some brute force gets the vice-like teeth of the trap to open from around the unicorn's leg, Isla frowning. "Can you tell if it's broken?" she wants to know, not at the best vantage point for that sort of examination.
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
