ISLA
"And yet you were still outside. Pacing. And talking to yourself," Isla points out with a warm laugh, leaning up on her toes to kiss Remi's cheek before parting from him to unlock her door. As for her hurting to heal, she can only tip a wink to the Bastion. "It's an Ancient thing," she explains. "I've been trying to practice, in case I'm ever outside of Torchline and something happens." Remi has just made himself into a convenient guinea pig, is all. "I have healing water inside, so you don't need to fuss."
Stepping into the apartment, the open-plan space cool and airy thanks to Isla's closed linen curtains, she glances over her shoulder back at Remi. "Ever isn't here, if that's what you mean?" she says. "Not that I imagine we would interrupt even if he was at home. Hearing you mumbling outside would have probably had him finding an excuse to go out." You know, Remi. Because it's weird to do that.
Stepping into the apartment, the open-plan space cool and airy thanks to Isla's closed linen curtains, she glances over her shoulder back at Remi. "Ever isn't here, if that's what you mean?" she says. "Not that I imagine we would interrupt even if he was at home. Hearing you mumbling outside would have probably had him finding an excuse to go out." You know, Remi. Because it's weird to do that.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
