the skin of a predator

Isla take your medicine It's such a serious moment that, for a second, Isla isn't sure what Sunjata is getting at. And so her laughter is as much surprised as it is amused when it finally sinks in, her shoulders relaxing as she pulls the bearskin from her shoulder. "You know, I think it might be. A pity party of banshees. Or perhaps a coven?" She wiggles her eyebrows dramatically. Approaching the tanner and thanking him for keeping quiet, Isla explains her request and hands over the bearskin for him to cure into leather. Once she's finished with the exchange, she glances back to Sunjata and her smile falters somewhat. "The clinic is going well," she says - because it really is. "Leadership, though... I am doing my best." And she has been since day one. "I was never meant to do this by myself, you know? But Bastien..." Isla huffs out a sigh she doesn't need. "And after everything with these relics, and with Remi, I... well. Things haven't been easy, Jata."