[se] we leave parts of ourselves in places

Isla take your medicine "Maybe it will," Isla says, surprising herself in her easy agreement, but then again she's almost searching for ways to convince herself to settle in the islands by now. And Melita just provides her with another, the medic watching appreciatively as the details bloom to life on Nate's revived lantern. With her own complete, she sets it tenderly down into the sand, glad that the wind has died down enough now that they don't have to worry about chasing their materials. "Thanks, Melita. For letting me sit, and for your advice," she tells the other woman. "You'll probably see a lot more of me soon, if I decide to settle here. Or... well, no. Not like that - hopefully you'll be seeing me in passing, and not because you need to come and use the medical clinic."