a little place called trust

Regardless of Nate's decision, Isla still works on getting everything together ready to close up his brain again. When he asks to touch it, whilst she can't admit to understanding the request in full, she honestly can't deny him either. "Sure," she says with a smile he'll be unable to see, "let me guide you." After sanitising his hand (just in case), Isla will guide it up and to the hole in his skull, so he might touch the membrane that protects the delicate fibre optics beneath. "That's you," she almost whispers, sounding awed and gently shifting his fingers. "Here lights up when you do mental arithmetic. And here goes off like a firework when you think about Sunjata." She's grinning now, carefully removing her own hands to give him free rein. "Let me know when you're happy, and we'll get you all stitched up." Isla the flesh is weak