inching ever closer

"Like the cat who got the cream," Isla agrees with a smile as she steps in through the door, all of the upgrades and items she's been keeping an eye on for the Wraith in hand. "I'm glad you're back in one piece," she says, because of course Isla cares more about the woman than the possessions. At her heels, dark haired and radiant, the Prince naturally follows. And when no one takes the head of the table, he does, Isla sitting down beside him and smoothing out her dress. "It feels like it has been a long time since we actually had a meeting like this," she remarks, smiling to Sunjata and glancing to the door, as if expecting Cal to ghost through it at any moment (if he isn't already lurking here somewhere already). Isla the flesh is weak