back and forth to calm the squall

"You don't need to apologise for that," Isla says with a gentle shake of her head and a small smile. "You couldn't have known what would happen. It's hardly the thing you expect when you go away for a few days, right?" She shrugs her shoulders, automatically drifting over to the kitchenette so she can put the kettle on for some tea; it's a default reaction by this point, even though neither she nor Varus can taste it properly. Unconsciously echoing his gesture, she runs her fingers through her hair and turns to lean back against the counter. "Uh..." Huffing out a laugh, Isla doesn't know how to say not really, no in a diplomatic way, so she wisely says nothing. "I... Maybe I'll need some help to rebuild the infirmary, when it's time," she murmurs. "But for now...? I think this is... kind of it." Then, because she has no idea what else to say, she glances up at him. "How was your trip...?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die