[SWE] Festival of Lights

ISLA physician, heal thyself Later, Isla will feel bad about this. How often, after all, does one get picked for the Festival of Lights, let alone twice in a row? So she'll feel bad for others who missed their chance, feel guilty for having what feels like it should be enough chances for goodbyes and reunions with Varus. But that's later. Right now, as the lanterns dim and she finds herself standing in the glow of her own solitary creation, her breath catches in her throat to feel an oh-so-familiar voice over her shoulder. Glancing around only to find no one there, Varus manages to catch her by surprise yet again as Isla finds him suddenly before her instead. "Gods--" She hugs him tightly in return as if that alone might be enough to keep him planted in the real world with her. Huffing out a soft laugh that does little to mask her tears, Isla nods even if it feels as though the seams of her grief are splitting open all over again. "I love you too," she whispers. "It's so hard without you. But I'll do my best." It's the least she can do given that she's still around to carry his memory, the Remedy closing her eyes as they part at last, left with the lingering warmth of his kiss against her forehead.