snow blind

ISLA physician, heal thyself He'll find her sprawled dramatically on her back when he arrives, and she (of course) takes the opportunity to stuff snow into his socks and shoes as he leans down to check on her. With an innocent grin that matches his own, Isla takes his hands and pulls herself into a sitting position. "I think I'll live. Can you believe it, though? Some brute attacked me with three snowballs all at once." Huffing out a breath she doesn't need, rather than allowing Varus to pull her all the way to her feet, Isla instead attempts to drag him down and on top of her for good measure. If one of them goes down, they both go down and all that. "How close are we to the Sea of Glass, do you think?" she murmurs softly, leaning in to steal a kiss from his lips. "Close enough to make a run for it, in case some other snow soldiers come for us?"