Person: @einolegion Location: It's the South Arms over his bare chest that's only mostly concealed by his jacket, Isak does as he usually does, broods by the medical encampment until he's needed elsewhere. He watches, heals, he offers advice, he gives some people affectionate slaps to the back of the head to tell them to get it together. The moment Eino approached, Isak made a point to sigh heavily, shift his weight from foot to booted foot. He likes Eino like he likes Haelim, because somehow, they're both old men. Isak didn't even think it really had anything to do with age, he thought it was because of their more reserved natures. Granted, he thought Haelim was wise and Eino was....Cool? There was this kind of air about him, Isak partially thought it was the hair. "Don't tell me you're here to get patched up."
