my free time and your hands

ISLA evil is a point of view "I'll be sure to let you know when I go to see her," Isla promises of visiting the Voice, the medic slowing once more to a stroll and lazily following Edy's gaze down to the bulge in her pants. She couldn't help but be amused at the Launceleyn's possessive obsession with her land shark; it's the same as any man's, honestly. "I'm not sure that it is something you need to worry about. You check it enough to ensure it is still present and accounted for." She winks. Knowing enough about the Launceleyn family to understand Edrei's hesitance, Isla furrows her brow and turns back towards the crowd of people who have just appeared from the realms of death itself. "I haven't the faintest idea," she says softly. "Perhaps we should go back and mingle a bit, to figure out all of this?"