are we there yet?

As expected now that her bloodlust is sated - not as long as previously, given that this is a rabbit and last time was a deer - Isla is back to her usual self, the Remedy carefully rising to her feet and glancing at the scrapes she's earned by leaping from a skyship with no consideration for personal safety. "You aren't wrong," she admits with a wry smile to Remi. "And you make a compelling point. I'm sorry - this is the first time someone has been properly around me when I've been hungry like that." It's difficult enough to politely excuse oneself to do a quick murder, let alone when driven to a state where rational thought begins to fade. "I'll bear it in mind for next time, though? Thank you for stopping, either way. If I'd come back to myself to see you drifting off towards the Falling, it might have taken me a little while to find you again." She grins. Isla the flesh is weak