we're always running scared but holding knives
It is a good night, despite it being mid-morning, but given that they're sending Remi's fully human form back to sleep, it still feels like it counts. Giving it another minute or so until she's almost certain he would have changed back, Isla changes the positions of the cameras and slowly fades out the rain music. Only then does she bring the lights back up, but she absolutely leaves the blinds shut.
"Good morning," she murmurs with a bashful sort of smile, Isla moving to fetch the chair and take it back to the desk where her notes and files are. "Do you mind if I type everything up here? You don't need to get up, but if I have any questions, it's obviously easier." Already sitting at the desk, Isla glances over her shoulder to the wendigo in bed; even if no other changes arise as a result of their little 'sleepover', the expression on Isla's face is one of warm understanding as well as scientific interest. Line? What line?
"Good morning," she murmurs with a bashful sort of smile, Isla moving to fetch the chair and take it back to the desk where her notes and files are. "Do you mind if I type everything up here? You don't need to get up, but if I have any questions, it's obviously easier." Already sitting at the desk, Isla glances over her shoulder to the wendigo in bed; even if no other changes arise as a result of their little 'sleepover', the expression on Isla's face is one of warm understanding as well as scientific interest. Line? What line?
Isla
