all of the strangers are gone

Perhaps it's that white coat of hers (and the qualifications that earned it), but Isla is thoughtfully silent for as long as it takes for Sunjata to figure things out in his mind. It's a path they've both walked down in these past few seasons, and after the Festival of Lights Isla is feeling particularly honed in on those sorts of feelings. When the Flood finally does speak, it's with a sad smile that she reaches out to let her fingers brush across the back of his hand. "You know that isn't true, though," she murmurs. "And you know Nate wouldn't want you to feel like that either. But at the same time... believe me when I say I get it." Breathing out a wry laugh, the medic gazes around at the bar they've constructed. "Sometimes even looking back at everything we've done so far feels too much like moving on, you know?" But then, given the conversation they've just had regarding the Ancients, she feels like she has to plough forward. "Whatever you decide, I'll be here if you ever need to talk," she tells him. "It's the least I can do." ISLA