believer, believe it

"The Prince was a relic the entire time," Isla confirms, unable to keep the smile from her face as she spots Varus peeking around the bedroom door as the picture of domestic charm. "And now he looks like this. And, uh..." "And I am honoured to be her companion. It is a pleasure to meet you." The Prince offers a rather princely bow to Varus by way of greeting. Silver colours Isla's cheeks, and it's a combination of awkwardness and embarrassment that she shrugs her agreement. "Apparently," she murmurs. "But he's really quite naked, so do you think there is anything around here that might fit him until we can get him some clothes of his own?" And, because as weird as this is, she has still missed Varus, Isla steps forward to hug him hello, planting a kiss against his cheek. "You're a sight for sore eyes," she adds with a smile. Isla the flesh is weak