oh my goddess

Free, overwhelmed, impulsive, uninhibited-- any and all of those terms apply, and it's with a blush - a real one that flushes her cheeks pink - that Isla grins her agreement with his teasing. "How could you tell?" She nudges him gently, as if the fact that she's literally just leaned in to smell his clothes isn't an indicator. Ducking into the shadowed cavern after Sunjata, she blinks a few times to get used to the change of light (another comparatively new phenomenom, given how used to seeing in the dark she's been). "Oh, a hotspring?" The smile is audible in her voice, Isla reaching out to let the fingers of her free hand trail along the wall. "I don't think I have ever been to one of those," she confesses. "...Not in any way that counts, anyway." I.e. with a body capable of enjoying them. "We should have considered a hotspring for the House of Midnight." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die