are we there yet?

"Oh, wrong?" Isla sasses Remi right back, a sweet smile on her face. "You know, the opposite of right? I'm surprised you're not more familiar with that word, Remi, given how often you must hear it." Jostling him with her shoulder for good measure, now at least the Lullaby will only feel the warm flare of amusement and satisfaction from Isla's emotions, instead of raw and untethered hunger. "If we ever crash while flying by air-manticore I'll be very upset regardless of how many apologies we don't owe to Mateo." Raising her eyebrows at him, the Remedy tries and fails to wipe the blood from her dress. "Mm, no. I feel much better now, thank you. I'd quite like to deal with these too, if you don't mind heading back to the boat." Gesturing to the scrapes on her arms and legs, at least Isla doesn't seem to have a problem walking and moving. "Besides, I don't like it much out here. It brings back bad memories." Isla the flesh is weak