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"Of course I want to meet them," Isla gushes, as if Sunjata might be insane for implying that there was ever an if about it all. "This might be a surprise to you, Jata, but in a place that's predominantly full of Ascended, there are very few babies around." She raises her eyebrows at him, before glancing around at the area he's prepared and nodding her approval. They have worked together before, and she's impressed so far. Humming a note of sympathy as they get to work, Isla swipes a cloth along the surfaces and begins to submerge the equiment in the sanitiser. "What an awful start to a life," she murmurs. "They were very lucky to find you and Nate. I bet they've been keeping you busy, hm?" Busy aside from all the death and betrayal and demigod business, of course. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die