the skin of a predator

Isla take your medicine Oh, she absolutely picks up on it, and it's with a professional level of care that she looks him over when he arrives at her side, making sure he's not twisted or sprained anything on his way. Once she's satisfied, Isla smiles and nods her agreement at the bear pelt. "I hope so," she says. "It's for the Voice. Well, part of something for the voice. I am going to try and get a shield upgrade for myself - I thought it would make sense, if I am to be doing most of the healing." She understands the need to get out, into the open or otherwise, Isla nodding to him gently. "Of course you can join me, though I can't promise you'll enjoy it as much, given that your sense of smell is a lot better than mine." Tanners are not renowned for being the sweetest smelling, after all. "How are things at the VlamVloed? How is Nate?"