Well, joke's on you Remi, because Isla is also uttering a bright and colourful stream of curses, and you're missing it. Either way, there's a moment in mid-air where the tigress thinks she might actually enjoy a flighted shift, until, you know, the falling part happens. Landing atop Remi in a furry swarm of limbs and wings and tails, Isla's roar of upset is amplified by the amount of spider guts they're getting covered in.
With typical comedic timing, her attempts to extrapolate herself from the manticore take longer due to trying to help her fellow feline, and when eventually they are separated, the molten tiger looks remarkably dignified, even if the lash of her tail says otherwise. She can't communicate it verbally, but she's rather had enough of this part of the Greatwood, with all of its spiders and holes.
With typical comedic timing, her attempts to extrapolate herself from the manticore take longer due to trying to help her fellow feline, and when eventually they are separated, the molten tiger looks remarkably dignified, even if the lash of her tail says otherwise. She can't communicate it verbally, but she's rather had enough of this part of the Greatwood, with all of its spiders and holes.
