ISLA
"When it comes to you? I believe it," Isla says about there always being a way, the medic flashing a smile at him that promptly fades as they delve into the awkward subject of friendships, of war, of lines being drawn. She feels him flinch a little, her eyes quite firmly on the sandy path ahead, even as their steps slow, even as she feels his gaze on her. "It is safe," she says, sounding quietly firm about that.
Then, brightening a bit, she glances back up at Varus. "Remi is my closest friend," she says softly. "We've been through a lot together." More than a casual walk on the beach needs to consider. "He'd never hurt me, I know that. Whatever war comes, whatever lines get drawn, I know I'd be safe around him. But I get it, being worried..." She pats his good arm gently. "Things are never simple, are they?"
Then, brightening a bit, she glances back up at Varus. "Remi is my closest friend," she says softly. "We've been through a lot together." More than a casual walk on the beach needs to consider. "He'd never hurt me, I know that. Whatever war comes, whatever lines get drawn, I know I'd be safe around him. But I get it, being worried..." She pats his good arm gently. "Things are never simple, are they?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
