all of the strangers are gone

Her fingers flinch instinctively to feel smooth, sleek scale overtake the flesh beneath them, but by the time Isla is glancing down at Sunjata, he's already rising to his feet to shut out the world. And if there had been breath in her lungs she'd have sighed it out in relief, offering him a grateful smile and a nod. "That's one tradition I'm happy to keep up," she agrees, picking up the book again and glancing back at him. "Are you okay?" she asks, gesturing to the horns and the dragonscale turning his shadow into something ghoulish on the wall behind him. That and, well, Isla can hear his heart pounding as if it were in her own chest. (Chance would be fine thing). "We could go downstairs to the bar for a bit if you want." The nice, fully stocked bar with hopefully no Enenras lurking. ISLA