ISLA
The arm snakes around her shoulder just as she's finished at the last stall, tugging Isla slightly off balance and into a very familiar figure indeed. "Cal, Cal, Cal," she echoes, leaning against him and offering him a bright smile which (naturally) fades somewhat as she takes in the more obvious signs of injury about him. "You did, huh?" she murmurs, letting her free arm slip around his waist. "Lucky for you, I'm all done here, and I do have the time."
Gently, she moves to steer him back towards home, carefully noting the fluid that's trickling from his temple and offering him a curious sort of frown. "You want to tell me what happened?" she asks, and whilst for all intents and purposes, Isla sounds little more than mildly interested, the cogs are already ticking away in her brain.
Gently, she moves to steer him back towards home, carefully noting the fluid that's trickling from his temple and offering him a curious sort of frown. "You want to tell me what happened?" she asks, and whilst for all intents and purposes, Isla sounds little more than mildly interested, the cogs are already ticking away in her brain.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
