we're always running scared but holding knives
Isla soon finds the problem, though it won't look like one unless they're familiar with Remi's very specific set of circumstances. "They're all human vitals," she mumbles, frowning gently and visibly trying not to look too worried. As Remi struggles to speak, it's a good thing she is as clever as he believes her to be, because she's reasonably sure she understands.
"It's probably extreme muscle fatigue," she explains to him softly, though it sounds like she's telling them both. "Your body can't respond the way it normally does because it's not getting wendigo levels of information from your brain." Sounds suspicious and it probably is. "I'm going to get something for you to try and help, and some monitoring equipment. We need to try and flush this through your body. Do you want me to call Ronin?"
For moral support, for company, whatever Remi wants.
"It's probably extreme muscle fatigue," she explains to him softly, though it sounds like she's telling them both. "Your body can't respond the way it normally does because it's not getting wendigo levels of information from your brain." Sounds suspicious and it probably is. "I'm going to get something for you to try and help, and some monitoring equipment. We need to try and flush this through your body. Do you want me to call Ronin?"
For moral support, for company, whatever Remi wants.
Isla
