believer, believe it

Jealousy, at least, is something that Isla anticipates, and she drops a kiss against the side of Varus's neck and lingers beside him as the Prince dresses himself, as they exchange words with one another. "Mm, this does seem more like a living room conversation," she agrees with a grin, the Prince smiling between them and following dutifully out into the wider space. Silently, given their companion bond, he moves to sit in the soft armchair near the fire. Isla, meanwhile, sinks down onto their comfortable sofa. "He's a relic," she explains to Varus, furrowing her brow. "He has been this whole time. Nate, Azrael and I had to go through a portal at the Last Step to find him. There were a lot of dragons out there, too." Isla the flesh is weak