Isla
"I am not," Isla barks out through a laugh, unable to help herself. (She's referring, of course, to Sunjata's exclamation of motherfucker). Scrabbling a bit to try and get herself into a sitting position - easier said than done when she's wearing a lot of layers as well - eventually the medic manages to snag Jata's hand to do it, still giggling.
"You look like a pillow," she manages as soon as she gets a good look at him, nodding at all the feathers plumping up out of his collar and his clothes. With a broad, fanged grin, Isla is laughing all over again, slowly getting to her knees and slipping and sliding to her feet until she's half leaning against the sled.
"Gods, you know - I really don't think you are," she says of him being sorry, reaching out to offer him a hand up as well. "I don't think I have laughed like that in a long time."
"You look like a pillow," she manages as soon as she gets a good look at him, nodding at all the feathers plumping up out of his collar and his clothes. With a broad, fanged grin, Isla is laughing all over again, slowly getting to her knees and slipping and sliding to her feet until she's half leaning against the sled.
"Gods, you know - I really don't think you are," she says of him being sorry, reaching out to offer him a hand up as well. "I don't think I have laughed like that in a long time."
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
