the pause between breathing

Ordinarily Isla would make a point of poking fun at the assassin gear he's adorned - not because it's anything to laugh at, on the contrary, but because there are so many places for her grabby hands to go, so much padding to test out and see if it's adequate. But worse rumbles through her mind and she stays her fingers to splay them out across his chest; Varus has no heartbeat these days, but she swears she can feel the hum of the heart mechanism in his chest as it works. "Hm?" His grip tightening on her has her focusing back on him, belatedly caught up in his sudden paranoia. "Mm, I have an idea. But I... no, we can talk about the specifics later. Let's go." Isla sticks close beneath his arm, leading them swiftl down the street to a certain door which leads into a certain room, one they are both markedly aware of at this point. And Isla almost winces as they arrive outside it, glancing up to Varus. "We don't have to," she says slowly. "I don't even have to go in with you. I just thought it might help to distract you." Isla the flesh is weak