hell's comin' with me

Isla

"I like to think that's what we were going for," Isla says, thoroughly enjoying the cozy aspects of the House of Midnight this early in the morning at the very least. She has no idea what sort of clientele will emerge once the day ticks on - by that point she'll have likely found something to occupy herself in the quieter areas of the House, or she'll have set off for the refuge to see what has become of it.

Snorting to hear Sunjata call back to their partnership in the Grounds, she waves him off playfully and shifts to sit cross legged on the chair. "On the plus side, King's End doesn't have nearly the amount of baggage that the Grounds came with," she says with a soft roll of her shoulders. "You'll get there. Maybe someone will turn up itching to help rule alongside you." She doesn't say it out loud, but the raise of her eyebrows silently suggests that Hotaru might be a good pick.

Surprising herself with her own laughter, Isla is able to imagine Sunjata at a table of demigods in stony silence with remarkable ease. "Embrace being the black sheep, huh?" She winks. "And yeah, they have gotten themselves a new houseboat. I think it's because of everything with Safrin." That's her best guess anyway.

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard