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ISLA "It probably is," Isla agrees somewhat stiffly, "because I'm not a predator. I'm a doctor." Or at least, there's absolutely a difference between what she needs to do as an Ancient and what she chooses to do, and if feeling remorse makes her not a predator, especially in Remi's eyes, she's happy to forego the label. Inhaling deeply and letting it out again, she doesn't know why seeing the Lullaby sitting in the wildflowers making daisy chains makes her so strangely restless, but given the events of the past few hours alone, she's dangerously close to becoming untethered. "You can go wherever you want," she says, snapping without meaning to and instantly regretting it. "Sorry. I just meant... I won't be in one place in particular. So just... do whatever you want." She'd say she'd do her best to stay out of his way, but evidently that hasn't worked in the slightest.