the skin of a predator

Isla take your medicine Isla falls to a halt, the prospect of being able to hand the reins over to Sunjata as welcome as it is shocking, and she swallows hard as if unable to truly believe what's happening. "I..." He's got a really good point, the medic looking down at herself as if wondering whether she's been able to give her all to the infirmary whilst she's been worrying about the Grounds. "I couldn't just... Sunjata, no," she says through a laugh, though every part of her suggests that she's really, really considering it. Stepping forward without hesitation, she wraps her arms about him in a grateful hug. "Let me think about it?" she asks softly. "I don't want this to be dumped on you either. I know you're willing to do it, but I... just give me a bit of time, yeah?"