[se] we leave parts of ourselves in places

Isla take your medicine Melita isn't the only one with some instant recognition - even without her connections to Sunjata, Isla and the Honeybee have walked circles around each other for literal years without coming into direct contact. Until now. A little breathless and with a grateful smile, Isla accepts the fabric back and checks that Varus's lantern hasn't been damaged by the chase. She's used a hollowed out fiddle as the basis for the lantern, planning to braid the fabric into a small tassel for it to blow in the breeze. "Thank you," she murmurs. "You're Melita, right? I'm Isla - I don't think we've ever officially met." And that would have been it were it not for the scattered lanterns around the red-headed woman, not to mention the other materials. "Do you mind if I sit nearby? Hopefully I'll be out of the way of the wind from here."