Isla
Remi shivers and Isla has to stifle the instinctive urge to move closer; she can't share body heat she doesn't possess, after all, not to mention it would be thoroughly unprofessional. "Well, we can just thank each other and be done with it. If you ever want to go on any more trips like that, let me know." They both know she'll jump at the opportunity, and there's no need to try and deny it.
Talk of flight almost has something dreamy coming over her expression, which is strange in itself given how logical the medic usually is. "I have never experienced anything like that before," she confesses. "Perhaps it was because it was a manticore, but it was a whole body feeling. Freedom, power... for something so huge, there's so much grace in it." She offers him a bashful sort of smile. "I feel like I should thank you for that."
Talk of flight almost has something dreamy coming over her expression, which is strange in itself given how logical the medic usually is. "I have never experienced anything like that before," she confesses. "Perhaps it was because it was a manticore, but it was a whole body feeling. Freedom, power... for something so huge, there's so much grace in it." She offers him a bashful sort of smile. "I feel like I should thank you for that."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
