oh my goddess

He settles back against the side of the rocky pool and Isla is busy doing the same, having to focus on not slipping under completely to float in the heat. Through the haze she can make out Sunjata, the silhouette of wings and horns making him seem more of an Ancient than she feels right now, but then again - as he points out - he's something else entirely. "Are you happy?" she asks suddenly, before realising how weirdly vague that sounds and flashing him an awkward smile, rubbing at the back of her neck with a hand made hot by the springs. "With Frey, I mean," she clarifies. "I remember first meeting you as the Governor of Torchline. Who knew this is where we'd end up?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die