wouldn't change how it ended

Isla doesn't know when her hands slip away from Remi's - she can't pinpoint the exact moment, but her fingers feel somehow colder as she clasps them in her lap, her gaze on the ground. If that was it - if it was just a little bloodletting, she could deal with that and be on her way... but it isn't, and Isla finds herself breathing out a soft laugh of disbelief. Rising to her feet now, she shoves her hands into her pockets, giving a soft shake of her head. "Or," she suggests, "you could not turn the Greatwood into an Ascended trap, and we can continue to not go there the same as we have been doing for seasons." Isla can barely turn to look at him, but out of respect she forces herself to do so. "I'll pass along your message to them," she murmurs. "To Neron, Wessex and Nate. But I won't sweet talk them - they can make their own decision whether or not to fight you for their blood. And I..." It sticks in her throat, the next part, because gods if she hates to say no to him. "I can't let you take anything from me either." ISLA pray for me pray to me