ISLA
"However many arms and tentacles you have," Isla says with a smirk, "I think a newborn is capable of reducing even you to sleep deprivation. But... thank you, really. I'll keep it in mind." Sighing and relaxing into her seat, the roll of Remi's eyes has her tilting her head, only for a pretty flush to colour her cheeks at his clarification. "Ah. Right." She laughs. "Well... I really don't know right now." The admission is lighthearted rather than anything worrisome, Isla gesturing at her belly for clarification. "I feel as though we almost skipped that step, you know? Maybe once the baby is here I'll be begging for some romantic proposal though - who knows."
For now, certainly, Ever is the man she loves and the father of her child, and that is much more than Isla ever expected to get.
But the conversation wheels around to Ronin and his endless glowing, and the Remedy beams her amusement across the table. "I'm no botanist myself, but I can't imagine it's doing any harm," she agrees. "Will you be moving up to King's End while you wait for it to... er, bloom?"
For now, certainly, Ever is the man she loves and the father of her child, and that is much more than Isla ever expected to get.
But the conversation wheels around to Ronin and his endless glowing, and the Remedy beams her amusement across the table. "I'm no botanist myself, but I can't imagine it's doing any harm," she agrees. "Will you be moving up to King's End while you wait for it to... er, bloom?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
