Isla
It doesn't matter what Remi meant - to hear that they are alright, and that he'd actually enjoyed their time out in the fields together? That's more than enough for Isla. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting him draw her closer and nestling her head against chest. "I'm really glad to hear that, Remi. I was worried that you weren't going to visit any more, because of it," she confesses, peeking up at him and feeling silly for even thinking it now.
Still, what he says about the light is a good point - Isla doesn't know, honestly, and it shows on her face, the medic smiling to him. "I would rather not risk it," she says. "Let's go at midnight. I'll make sure I do some investigative work about it, though, so we can know for next time." Because by now, is there ever any doubt that there will be a next time?
Still, what he says about the light is a good point - Isla doesn't know, honestly, and it shows on her face, the medic smiling to him. "I would rather not risk it," she says. "Let's go at midnight. I'll make sure I do some investigative work about it, though, so we can know for next time." Because by now, is there ever any doubt that there will be a next time?
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
