ISLA
"Oh good," Isla says, a little giddy now that a third party is confirming that not only is everything okay, but that it might actually be good, the Remedy having to school herself to stop squeezing Remi's hand so hard even if she knows he'll barely feel it. "I don't think I realised how much I needed someone to say that to me. It means even more coming from you," she says, sincerity drawing her voice low, her free hand coming up to wipe at her eyes.
Warmth blooms fresh within her as he recalls Flora and Enzo, as he assures her that she's got the support of both Taliesins, and gods, the relief it brings is almost enough to have further tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you," she says, glancing sidelong at the server who begins to approach and decides on a strategic beeline elsewhere as if realising they are very much not ready to order just yet.
As for when she's due, now it's Isla's turn for her smile to turn wry, and she's just about to give Remi the birds and the bees talk when he clarifies his point, and her brow furrows suddenly as if he's just tried to place a curse on her. "What do you mean faster? Wait, what do you mean, slower?" she says. "I don't... I mean, I assumed that Ancients worked the same way that everyone else did in that respect? But..." But also Dygra is responsible for her contraceptive failure, so what's to stop her pregnancy from progressing at whatever rate chaos deems necessary?
"Remi, stop talking before I throw up," Isla says abruptly, as if either possibility is unpalatable right this second.
Warmth blooms fresh within her as he recalls Flora and Enzo, as he assures her that she's got the support of both Taliesins, and gods, the relief it brings is almost enough to have further tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you," she says, glancing sidelong at the server who begins to approach and decides on a strategic beeline elsewhere as if realising they are very much not ready to order just yet.
As for when she's due, now it's Isla's turn for her smile to turn wry, and she's just about to give Remi the birds and the bees talk when he clarifies his point, and her brow furrows suddenly as if he's just tried to place a curse on her. "What do you mean faster? Wait, what do you mean, slower?" she says. "I don't... I mean, I assumed that Ancients worked the same way that everyone else did in that respect? But..." But also Dygra is responsible for her contraceptive failure, so what's to stop her pregnancy from progressing at whatever rate chaos deems necessary?
"Remi, stop talking before I throw up," Isla says abruptly, as if either possibility is unpalatable right this second.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
