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It's difficult to get some time alone with a Prince at your heels, but Isla thinks he's getting the gist of listening, at least sometimes. And so as Sunjata looks like the sort of man who's been staring into the sun, or a deep, black pool, she murmurs for her companion to set off home without her. Nodding and quietly acquiescing, it leaves Isla free to follow after the Flood. "I'm all ears," she murmurs, pushing up the sleeves of her loose sweater as she falls into step with the much taller man. It might be Longheat, but unaffected by the temperature as the Ascended are, she's barely noticed the change in season. "What do you want to talk about? Does it have anything to do with where we are going...?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die