Even though he might have looked like he was utterly and completely grumpy, Islay didn’t care. That wasn’t why you offered to help people with these things. She simply helped, because it was what she thought was right – it was what her gran would have done.

When Ewan commented on the migraine she just nodded her head, “I know, they’re the absolute worst...especially the ones that make you temporarily go blind – or like, blind on one side?” she added with a shrug of her shoulder, it wasn’t like she got them often. She did, just sporadically. “Hard to think, hard to eat....really, just hard to human” she understood. Hopefully pinching the bridge of his nose would work.

Weird and friendly was likely the best way to describe Islay, especially considering her knack to throw in a perfectly timed bad joke...like the ones that made her friends say she stole corgis. She didn’t. “Okay, I’ll make a double batch of the blend my gran used to make” taking a piece of paper from her notebook she wrote down the ingredients. “its got chamomile, feverfew and ginger – my gran swore by it.” She gave him a kind smile, “another weird suggestion if you get like a hat and make it reaaaallly cold like by freezing it it can help regulate the pressure part of migraines” she had been dealing with these her whole life so, well, that was how she knew.