If Nadine was not awake, Isla had every intention of rousing the woman awake now. Not so long ago they had volleyed around talks of the silver-haired woman being her advisor or diplomat. Now such could be true. Oh, but they did not have to rush. Isla could think of a million things that Nadine might busy herself with.
She found where the woman's scent was thickest and her heart roared in her ears. The light within icy eyes might have been enough to let the other woman know something was going on. Her voice is warm like a fireplace, seeking. "Nadine," She had not yet resorted to physically seeing if the other woman is awake.
Yet Isla knew she would not hesitate to wedge herself against the other for some classic whispering once she knew the other woman was aware.