Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Smiling sadly - because she also knows all too well the frustration of not being able to do anything, hence her arrival at the houseboat - Isla brushes a thumb across his cheek before she lets her hand drop, giving Remi the time to force his body to release the tension that holds it stiff. "Deimos is attentive to his region," she agrees. "I'm sure he won't take this lying down." And although that ought to be reassuring, that even if she can't heal Ever now, she might be able to soon, it doesn't ease the panic that grips her heart.
It's not a dissimilar feeling to the one rampaging through Remi, she supposes, and while Isla has never been able to just fix by a show of force, she is still a fixer by nature. Rubbing at her forehead and trying, as well, to force herself to relax into this new reality, that there is little to be done than to wait and to try and mitigate any fallout in the meantime, she relaxes further against Remi. "He didn't," she says of Sunjata with a slow shake of her head, feeling suddenly exhausted. "Only that he can spot people who are infected now, and that it's awful."
It's not a dissimilar feeling to the one rampaging through Remi, she supposes, and while Isla has never been able to just fix by a show of force, she is still a fixer by nature. Rubbing at her forehead and trying, as well, to force herself to relax into this new reality, that there is little to be done than to wait and to try and mitigate any fallout in the meantime, she relaxes further against Remi. "He didn't," she says of Sunjata with a slow shake of her head, feeling suddenly exhausted. "Only that he can spot people who are infected now, and that it's awful."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
