are we there yet?

Let no one say that Isla hasn't enjoyed the jaunt through the Greatwood, even with the spiders and the weird pools of not-water. They'd spent the rest of the day walking and exploring on two feet; they'd made a campfire on the banks of the Stone Symphony; she'd enjoyed a few of Mateo's botanical collections and has even ensured that the plants he'd labelled SAFE TO TOUCH stay watered for the skyboat ride back. Not long after they'd ascended into the air for a second time, however, a familiar hollow gnawing begins to snarl in the pit of her gut, and Isla becomes uncharacteristically withdrawn. Were she a little more clear-headed she might have been able to communicate bloodlust and what it means to Remi, however the alchemist might unfortunately spend the trip back to Stormbreak feeling as if he's done something wrong. Lingering quietly at the railing as the floating isle starts to come into view, Isla doesn't even trust herself to brush against Remi for fear of the feelings he'll leech off her. Especially when something hippity-hoppity appears near the floating stones and crude road of what used to be a much more righteous place. She remembers the great Nate exchange occurring here, not that it matters now. "Can you slow down, please?" she says tightly, trying not to let her mouth water. Isla the flesh is weak