Isla
"Maybe nothing," Isla admits with regard to what the Voice might have stood to gain from the decision with the monsters. Little does she know that it was a decision made by the Ascended rather than their goddess. Had she known, perhaps a conversation would have been needed between them all regarding all of this. For now, though she merely smiles and lets Aamu wander away to get himself clean.
Whilst he's gone, Isla works on that mopping, and the floor will be clean and the windows wiped by the time Aamu returns. Honestly, she doesn't mind - it's more important to her that he's taking care of himself than helping with chores she's already doing. Still, as he returns and gives her a look that seems so lost, she beckons him over to help wipe down the window sills this time.
"How are you feeling?" she invites, polite and tentative.
Whilst he's gone, Isla works on that mopping, and the floor will be clean and the windows wiped by the time Aamu returns. Honestly, she doesn't mind - it's more important to her that he's taking care of himself than helping with chores she's already doing. Still, as he returns and gives her a look that seems so lost, she beckons him over to help wipe down the window sills this time.
"How are you feeling?" she invites, polite and tentative.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
