all of the strangers are gone

"Maybe at some point we could drop back by your place at the Refuge and pick up some things to make it feel more like home," Isla suggests with a lopsided smile. "Though I don't know about you, but I still feel like we can't go outside when it's LongNight. It feels wrong somehow." Like tempting fate or something. As for him pulling a muscle, she has to resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs as he stretches, shaking her head. "With your luck, you just might," she agrees. Sunjata sinks down onto the bed and Isla feels herself relax a little, nodding her agreement with him and peering over at the book, placing the others back down. "I don't know if it's my favourite yet," she confesses. "I started reading it back in the Grounds, but I never got to finish it." War and all that. "I thought I could restart it and see where it went." She's about to ask if he wants to settle down with the book now when, as her pebble blues flick up, she catches a glimpse of something beyond the window, reaching out to touch a hand to Sunjata's shoulder to get his attention. "Did you..." She blurts, and if she had a heart in her chest it would be pounding. "Gods, I think that was... Morgen called it an Enenra, didn't he?" ISLA