Let Me See Your Bones

"I am very practical," Isla corrects with a soft smile, glancing up at Bastien. "Medics who lose their cool on the battlefield can be more dangerous than soldiers who do the same. But thank you." It's true that her traumas are hidden well, and when they do come out, it isn't in any sort of screaming breakdown. But that is best left under wraps when they are discussing Ascended anatomy and the future of the Hollowed Grounds. She gives him time to switch position before she starts sketching anew, her curiosity kindled afresh by her fellow potential leader's questions. "Quite a few things in fact," she murmurs. "Since we're on the subject of bones, though, I discovered that our bones are coated in something metallic. It probably allows us to perform the feats of speed without damaging our bodies." Isla looks up once more as Bastien confirms it, offering him a quiet nod. "Then I accept, should the situation arise. With luck we can make the Grounds a more comfortable place for everyone." Isla the flesh is weak