Isla
"I'm a big girl, Sunjata. Of course I'm sure," Isla murmurs, stroking her thumb across his cheek. "If I wasn't, you'd be the first to know about it." And that much is true, at least. For all of the things that aren't, that can't and won't be, if it was completely unsustainable, Isla would have cut ties by now; she doesn't have it in her to stay in so much pain, not since Sunjata had fetched her down from the Last Step.
Speaking of which, her hand drops away to hear him speak about being accustomed to all of it, the Remedy stepping into his space to eliminate the distance between them, slipping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. "I heard a patient of mine say once that we just end up making room for pain. It doesn't make it hurt any less, though," she says.
To hear that his life isn't entirely awful all day every day though is something of a balm, Isla glancing back up at him and nodding towards the rumpled blankets. "Then come to bed?" she asks. "Lurking at the window all night isn't going to change anything, no matter how much you smoke."
Speaking of which, her hand drops away to hear him speak about being accustomed to all of it, the Remedy stepping into his space to eliminate the distance between them, slipping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. "I heard a patient of mine say once that we just end up making room for pain. It doesn't make it hurt any less, though," she says.
To hear that his life isn't entirely awful all day every day though is something of a balm, Isla glancing back up at him and nodding towards the rumpled blankets. "Then come to bed?" she asks. "Lurking at the window all night isn't going to change anything, no matter how much you smoke."
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
