Let Me See Your Bones

"I suppose here the spirits and monsters are still robbers of a sort. They steal more than what's in your pockets, though," Isla remarks with a gentle smile, glancing fleetingly up at Bastien before she returns her attention to her sketching. "It is certainly paying off. You see?" Grinning, Isla turns her drawing board to show him. Her artistry is frank and practical and detailed, carefully outlining Bastien's leg and the muscles, ligaments and bones beneath. "Here is your tibia and your fibula, leading up into the patella." AKA - it's your shin and your knee, Bastien. Turning the sketch back, Isla frowns softly and nibbles at the inside of her lip as the subject of leadership is broached, and she nods. "Yes, I did hear as much. I do wonder what will become of the Grounds," she admits. "And I wonder even more what Wessex plans to do if she is not leader." The demigoddess is the strongest among them, or one of at least. Isla the flesh is weak