ISLA
"Do I look the sort of person to do amusing things with flowers?" Isla wonders, raising her eyebrows in playful challenge and rescuing the bouquet from his arms before he can demonstrate any number of things she might do with them to elicit laughter. For the Remedy's part, whilst all of her memories of Remi Taliesin are as intact as they ever were, she will never not be grateful for his presence in her life, such that for all he wants to see the joy in her expression, she's all too happy to give it to him freely.
"He won't? What a shame," she says in a tone dryer than Hak Etme, smirking and depositing the flowers into a small wagon to sit with the other containers of healing water she's filled up. She's about to ask if he'd like to stroll with her back to the clinic when he pulls his struck by lightning card, and Isla is instantly straightening up again. "Say again?" She blinks.
Gods, but she knows he's fine, but the doctor in her can't stop the knee jerk reaction. "The only permanent damage was done ages ago, I would think. To your brain, for being so stupid."
"He won't? What a shame," she says in a tone dryer than Hak Etme, smirking and depositing the flowers into a small wagon to sit with the other containers of healing water she's filled up. She's about to ask if he'd like to stroll with her back to the clinic when he pulls his struck by lightning card, and Isla is instantly straightening up again. "Say again?" She blinks.
Gods, but she knows he's fine, but the doctor in her can't stop the knee jerk reaction. "The only permanent damage was done ages ago, I would think. To your brain, for being so stupid."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
