ISLA
"I'd like to think that, as your oldest friend, the last thing in the world you need is an excuse to come and see me," Isla says with an affectionate nudge to his ribs. "Though it's true that it might be best to call ahead, in case I have other patients and you do need to share my attention. I'd never want to leave you grumpy and impatient." Not to mention the other reasons she might be unavailable, given recent events with a certain aviator, and Remi will be able to feel the flush of pink in her emotions everywhere they still touch.
Nodding with satisfaction as the Bastion accepts her gift basket at last, Isla smooths out her dress and sends small whorls of fire dancing through the air in all the places made damp by Remi's embrace, careful not to singe him. "Yes, well," she says with a scrunch of her nose, "I would, though I am arguably my worst critic." Sighing and looking back up at him, Isla arches an eyebrow as he continues.
"Hey - you all made it out okay," she reminds him. "And Sunjata has a thick skull, and we live in a region abundant with healers and healing water. He'll be just fine, though I can still understand you feeling disappointed in yourself." Reaching out, she gives his shoulder a squeeze (even if it's like trying to offer comfort to a steel beam). "And that's great news, about the blood, though... I suppose this breaks your agreement with Dahlia about not interfering now, doesn't it?"
Nodding with satisfaction as the Bastion accepts her gift basket at last, Isla smooths out her dress and sends small whorls of fire dancing through the air in all the places made damp by Remi's embrace, careful not to singe him. "Yes, well," she says with a scrunch of her nose, "I would, though I am arguably my worst critic." Sighing and looking back up at him, Isla arches an eyebrow as he continues.
"Hey - you all made it out okay," she reminds him. "And Sunjata has a thick skull, and we live in a region abundant with healers and healing water. He'll be just fine, though I can still understand you feeling disappointed in yourself." Reaching out, she gives his shoulder a squeeze (even if it's like trying to offer comfort to a steel beam). "And that's great news, about the blood, though... I suppose this breaks your agreement with Dahlia about not interfering now, doesn't it?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
