ISLA
Frowning at that second part, for all the things that Isla is and has been (and that list is quite a long one), jailbird has never been one of them. "Well I don't plan to," she says through a buoyant laugh, even as Remi stands to embrace her, "but I'll keep that in mind." She angles herself as best she can to hug him tightly in return, her joy and delight a current that washes right through his magic, warm and fizzing and tempered, ever so slightly, with something like relief, as though having her best friend on this same journey has made it immediately ten times more manageable.
"Because of me?" Raising her eyebrows incredulously and easing herself back into her chair, Isla's mind is going to a thousand scattershot places before Remi actually explains, drawing another bout of happy laughter from the Remedy. "If I had known getting pregnant was all it took, I would have considered it a long time ago," she informs him haughtily, though the veneer is flimsy at best. "I know you two have always wanted a big family, and you've been through so much tragedy, you deserve this. I hope you know that. You deserve every bit of it."
With her cheeks hurting from smiling, she forces herself to relax into her seat again, listening intently to the rest of the story. "But of course," she says of Mateo and Flora's approval, "and very wise of you to ask for it, too. But... a plant...?" She recalls, distantly, the baby garden Phoebe had cultivated, but gods it has been so long she couldn't have said where it was if anyone had asks. "Aw, Remi - you have a little sprout growing!" Blinking quickly, she can and will blame her hormones for feelings suddenly tearful about it.
"Because of me?" Raising her eyebrows incredulously and easing herself back into her chair, Isla's mind is going to a thousand scattershot places before Remi actually explains, drawing another bout of happy laughter from the Remedy. "If I had known getting pregnant was all it took, I would have considered it a long time ago," she informs him haughtily, though the veneer is flimsy at best. "I know you two have always wanted a big family, and you've been through so much tragedy, you deserve this. I hope you know that. You deserve every bit of it."
With her cheeks hurting from smiling, she forces herself to relax into her seat again, listening intently to the rest of the story. "But of course," she says of Mateo and Flora's approval, "and very wise of you to ask for it, too. But... a plant...?" She recalls, distantly, the baby garden Phoebe had cultivated, but gods it has been so long she couldn't have said where it was if anyone had asks. "Aw, Remi - you have a little sprout growing!" Blinking quickly, she can and will blame her hormones for feelings suddenly tearful about it.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
