so fragile yet so devious

"Ah, yes. You never mentioned the Halenani's madame by name," Isla says with a small smile. "She's very pleasant, and she does seem to care about those workers. I hope you do your best to build her a very sturdy brothel." She winks. How they can oscillate between joking and hurting so quickly is beyond her, but it's a rhythm she's used to with Remi by now, and so Isla lets that thread of conversation go momentarily to hear the tale about how the shrine came to be destroyed. And she's flushing silver as well, to hear about it, tugging absently at the sleeve of her shirt. "It was Longnight," she reminds him with a gentle shrug. "As far as I am aware, no interference from gods is possible at that time. It seems that the Order chose their occasion well." Especially with almost all the Ascended fighting in the Grounds at the time. As for Nate? Isla manages a smile at that, thin as it might be. "Why would he hate you for helping to rebuild? It isn't like he knows you destroyed it..." And she certainly won't be saying anything. Still, Isla's shoulders sag a bit at his last comment, and she beckons for them to walk away from the cliffs lest they blow over the top of them. "I suppose it is difficult for me, when I have never met an Ascended as bloodthirsty as these Order members seem to be. I don't want to go to war, Remi - I've done it once, and it's ugly. I just want to be able to live my life with the people I care about." Isla the flesh is weak