so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Feeling some part of her uncoil and relax to at least be validated that she's doing the right thing to some extent, Isla bites at her lower lip and drops her gaze once again to Remi's feet as he continues. She nods, slowly and sadly, at a point very well made. "You're right, of course. I... perhaps I'm not giving him enough credit. He was just so... closed, when I last saw him." Which isn't wrong, she realises, but simply different to the man she's known and loved for the past few seasons.
"I'll write him when I get back to Haulani," she decides. "That way he won't have to worry about reacting or responding straight away. And I can let him know I'm here if he wants to see me." Almost hating the way she feels better from just that crumb of a plan, Isla looks ruefully back towards the Bastion. "Than anywhere else?" she says with a dubious raise of her eyebrows, before seeming to succumb at last to his presence, her arms opening for him.
"It doesn't feel as bad as it did before you got here," she warns. "But I'm still not a great hug right now."
"I'll write him when I get back to Haulani," she decides. "That way he won't have to worry about reacting or responding straight away. And I can let him know I'm here if he wants to see me." Almost hating the way she feels better from just that crumb of a plan, Isla looks ruefully back towards the Bastion. "Than anywhere else?" she says with a dubious raise of her eyebrows, before seeming to succumb at last to his presence, her arms opening for him.
"It doesn't feel as bad as it did before you got here," she warns. "But I'm still not a great hug right now."
