sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine Later, when Isla looks back on this moment, she'll realise why Sunjata is able to calm her down so much, and it will be as sad as it is anything else. It's because today he smells like ink and petrichor and botanicals; today he smells just like Remi. "Maybe," she mumbles, though the tone of her voice suggests she might well take him up on that suggestion. The letter might be novel-length, but if she doesn't plan to send it, that's fine, right? Wiping at her eyes as he steps back properly, the Remedy wraps her arms around herself instead, like that will help to hold herself together. "Oh? Shit, I didn't realise," she murmurs, peering into the distance as if she might be able to spot the house. "How was it, going back there...?" As for the books, she does manage a somewhat watery smile. "I can't stay up all night reading them to you any more, but I can try a chapter or two," she offers.