Isla
"Had to go for the easy joke, didn't you?" Isla grins back at him, leading him through into an exam room and clicking the door shut behind them. It's little trouble to light a few lamps and generate some warmth and light, and Isla besides doesn't need it to see by. Gesturing for Remi to sit on the bed (it's the same exam room, coincidentally, as when he had visited previously), Isla unbuttons her bloody coat and shrugs out of it, before moving to quickly wash her face and her hands.
"Here, let me see," she murmurs, already gathering a tray with bandages and dressings, even the tools needed for suturing, should it be necessary. Drawing closer, she carefully peels away the blood soaked scarf and winces at the sight of the two bite marks, so close to each other. "Maybe I just shouldn't bite two sets of holes in you," she suggests, guilt lacing her words, her voice soft given their proximity.
"I don't think they'll need stitching, but I'll make a poultice to help it close more quickly." Replacing the scarf, Isla smiles sadly at him. "Stupid us, huh?"
"Here, let me see," she murmurs, already gathering a tray with bandages and dressings, even the tools needed for suturing, should it be necessary. Drawing closer, she carefully peels away the blood soaked scarf and winces at the sight of the two bite marks, so close to each other. "Maybe I just shouldn't bite two sets of holes in you," she suggests, guilt lacing her words, her voice soft given their proximity.
"I don't think they'll need stitching, but I'll make a poultice to help it close more quickly." Replacing the scarf, Isla smiles sadly at him. "Stupid us, huh?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
