Let Me See Your Bones

At the moment, Isla doesn't feel like an artist. She's just left the infirmary and has forgotten to take off her doctor's white coat as she arrives at the Artist's Sanctuary. Noticing just as she steps through the doors, the medic sighs under her breath and shrugs out of it, folding it over her arm in time to walk into... well. Something she absolutely isn't expecting, to be certain, but it takes a lot to ruffle her feathers. So it's with a polite smile that she wanders into the room that Bastien has prepared, raising her eyebrows to see her fellow Ascended in his very flashy looking robe. "Good evening," she murmurs, more to announce her presence than anything else. It's true that she doesn't need the light to see by, but at the same time, everything about this arrangement feels intentional. "Is it just the two of us tonight?" Isla the flesh is weak