Isla
"Mm, you absolutely do," Isla says in warm agreement, flashing a fanged grin to the Flood and finishing her coffee before setting the empty mug down. "You can make him a demigod to rival all other demigods, but you can't make him smart," she laments, shaking her head up at the ceiling as if to tell Frey that they've certainly dropped the ball somewhere.
"Oh, psh - you always looked the part and we both know it," she says, though she does enjoy the way the tattoos flow and sink back into his skin as the water evaporates. "And did you say a hydra?" Raising her eyebrows, the Remedy is impressed all over again, wondering instinctively how it works from a medical standpoint despite it being thoroughly magical in nature.
"Have you tested it out in a fight yet?" she asks, curious.
"Oh, psh - you always looked the part and we both know it," she says, though she does enjoy the way the tattoos flow and sink back into his skin as the water evaporates. "And did you say a hydra?" Raising her eyebrows, the Remedy is impressed all over again, wondering instinctively how it works from a medical standpoint despite it being thoroughly magical in nature.
"Have you tested it out in a fight yet?" she asks, curious.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
