Isla
"Very strange. I suppose it is not really our place to question things though, is it?" The smile that Isla offers her friend is utterly shit-eating. Not question things indeed - that is not Isla Lockwood. And it is not Remi Taliesin either, as far as she remembers. "Well, whether or not it was anything to do with you, it's something you can do now. Where did you go teleporting off to?" she wonders, already thinking she knows the answer.
But then there's little Mateo to tend to, Isla cooing and praising him whenever he does as he's told (or is adorable in general, which is always). Once she has tested all of his reflexes, she leans in to listen to his chest - of course giving plenty of opportunity for him to grab her hair - before stepping back once more. "All looks good to me. Are you able to put him down and step away, just for a second?" she asks Remi.
But then there's little Mateo to tend to, Isla cooing and praising him whenever he does as he's told (or is adorable in general, which is always). Once she has tested all of his reflexes, she leans in to listen to his chest - of course giving plenty of opportunity for him to grab her hair - before stepping back once more. "All looks good to me. Are you able to put him down and step away, just for a second?" she asks Remi.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
