Isla
"Maybe," Isla says softly, and there's perhaps a whisper of a smile on her face as she leans down to collect a few promising bits of firewood and kindling. Like Sunjata, there's forever a sense of do I really deserve it?, though Isla has been alone for long enough over the past year to almost be beyond that. It's either move forward or stagnate at this point, and given that seeing Varus hadn't been the cure-all some might say it should be...
Pressing her eyes shut for a second as though she can banish those thoughts, the medic returns to the sled as Sunjata starts speaking, Isla giving his words the consideration they deserve. "Options have been in quite a short supply lately," she agrees, attempting a little bit of lightheartedness, though it's strained at best.
"I'll think about it," she says, hesitating before continuing as if not wanting to make it Sunjata's problem. "I'm just a little afraid, I suppose. Once it's done I can't go back, you know? And it's like properly saying goodbye to everything up until now."
Pressing her eyes shut for a second as though she can banish those thoughts, the medic returns to the sled as Sunjata starts speaking, Isla giving his words the consideration they deserve. "Options have been in quite a short supply lately," she agrees, attempting a little bit of lightheartedness, though it's strained at best.
"I'll think about it," she says, hesitating before continuing as if not wanting to make it Sunjata's problem. "I'm just a little afraid, I suppose. Once it's done I can't go back, you know? And it's like properly saying goodbye to everything up until now."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
