(SE) have you seen the rain

Isla take your medicine "Battles? Primed for violence even as a youth, huh?" Isla grins at him as they stroll together, moonlight streaming through the trees and colouring her fair hair silver where it touches. "Here I was thinking you'd be a cutesy little bookworm." Nudging him playfully, she accepts his help so she might step over the log, hopping down and pressing onward. Isla actually thinks he probably was a cutesy little bookworm behind closed doors, leaning into him comfortably as they continue to walk. "Mm? I had heard that," she agrees, a bit more solemnly. "The barrier caused a lot of things to go haywire. Animals, plantlife..." She shakes her head. "Maybe now that it's down, the woods can recover."