you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "Yes... Yes, I suppose that is true," Isla murmurs, shrugging gently against him and drawing him all the closer that she might nuzzle her face against his curls. "I know you're sad about the reasons, but I'm still glad you were here. If what you say is true, about my patients - that they would not have survived anyway... then you did them a great mercy. And I'm glad it was you." Giving him a tight squeeze, Isla finally lets him go so she might slip down from the counter and help to make tea. "...Oh? Oh, yes. Of course, I'll let you know as soon as I've used them." She agrees easily, spooning some tea leaves into each mug and pouring the water over them. "I don't want to be lost again, for any reason," she mumbles, smiling weakly to him. "So believe me when I say I'm not going to jump into any trouble on purpose."