still dancing on my own

Varus has told her everything, and even if it hasn't included all the parts where Remi was likely awkward and prickly and... Remi, Isla can tell them anyway. It's as the Lullaby said - they were about as close as it gets, for a time. And that sort of thing lingers. Which is why it was so unfortunate for him to run into Varus before she'd had a chance to speak to him herself, why she still feels unsure about things even now. So, with a letter to the alchemist to ask if he wouldn't mind helping her scout out the infirmary to see where she might start to rebuild it, Isla finds herself waiting outside for him. It's the middle of the night, but she trusts that neither of them will need light to see by with the various shifts that Remi possesses. Besides, it's not really about the infirmary. It never was. Isla the flesh is weak