we're always running scared but holding knives
"Mm..." Isla nods gently, though the expression on her face is one that Remi will no doubt recognise; stubborness and passion rolled into one, the doctor doesn't take not the sort of thing you could fix lying down. "I do wonder if it would be a little easier on you if it were slower, almost?" she murmurs, the hint of a suggestion in her voice. "So less like an on/off switch and more like a dimmer."
Blinking and shaking her head as if to come back into the present, she's left with her fingers in Remi's curls and the wendigo blushing furiously before her. "Oh gods, sorry--" Isla laughs softly, taking her hand back and smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle in her labcoat. "I need to be more mindful of you." So you don't think I treat you like a pet.
"And I don't know about ironic - maybe it's foreshadowing." She smiles.
Blinking and shaking her head as if to come back into the present, she's left with her fingers in Remi's curls and the wendigo blushing furiously before her. "Oh gods, sorry--" Isla laughs softly, taking her hand back and smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle in her labcoat. "I need to be more mindful of you." So you don't think I treat you like a pet.
"And I don't know about ironic - maybe it's foreshadowing." She smiles.
Isla
