would that I could

Isla wrinkles her nose at that, unsure that this sort of masquerade ball was entirely her thing, and there's no guarantee that anything organised here in the Grounds wouldn't culminate in a sort of Ascended orgy either. "Maybe we can just dress up without the ball," she suggests with a smile twitching on her lips, either unaware or uncaring that what she's suggested sounds an awful lot like going on a date with Remi. He vows that he won't let anything happen to her, and Isla brushes her thumb along the back of Remi's hand, both appreciative of his saying so and painfully aware of the impossibility. "I appreciate that," she almost whispers, and it's with a lot of reluctance that she lets him go to step away properly. The forced smile earns a raise of her eyebrows, and she moves to set the stool back where it belongs with a smile she doesn't try to hide. "I'm not sure pretending at happiness is better than wallowing," she murmurs. Isla the flesh is weak