hurt | evran & isabel
There were few things that Isabel looked forward to on the island. Shifts at either of her jobs were always welcomed, each appealing to one side or another of her personality. The classes that weren’t specific to her chosen majors also tended to be a source of joy, once she got past the crowded amphitheaters they were held in. And then of course, there were her weekly lunches with Master Kadri. They almost felt like being home again, when she’d once excitedly chittered about new discoveries.
This particular lunch, however, she was quieter than usual. An idle thought had gripped her mind and refused to let go, and there was no one she trusted more on the island than the mimic who had been a significant part of her entire life. Isabel just wasn’t sure how to go about asking for what she thought might help, the slave toying with her spoon and dessert as she gathered up her courage. “Master Kadri?” she quietly began, clearing her throat as she considered how best to ask for both his opinion and assistance. “It’s been months, now, and I - I don’t feel like I’ve gotten better, because I still don’t feel like I’ve been really, properly punished. I was wondering, um.” Setting her spoon down next to a half-eaten dessert, she finally looked up to meet Evran’s eye. “If you thought it might be a good idea, to-to do that. If it might help me heal, just a little.”
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