oh my goddess

"You get an A for effort." Isla smirks up at him, giving him a reassuring pat as if to say it's not all bad, even if the sounds of her pleasure are likely still echoing somewhere in the Climb, proving her a liar. Humming out a soft, content sound as the water envelops them again, the medic shifts in Sunjata's arms just enough to be able to hold a conversation with him, though the idea of mumbling all of her replies into the side of his neck isn't a bad one. "Mm, thanks. I think I'm tired," she murmurs, mildly surprised about it, but then for someone who hasn't properly slept literally in years, she hopes he can forgive her for sounding unsure. As for being sore, Isla rolls her shoulder in a shrug that absolutely tweaks a muscle, but as if she cares. And by the look on Jata's face, he doesn't either. "Probably," she agrees with a grin, "but you don't have to sound so proud of yourself." Settling back against him, the Remedy slowly lets her eyes flutter shut. "If I fall asleep, wake me?" she requests. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die