so fragile yet so devious

"Mm, they were. I've visited it recently - it all seems to be in working order. There are still refugees present from the Halenani, though. I wonder when that will be rebuilt." Her musings are about to be completely derailed, though Isla still manages to make it a few steps away from the howling cliff's edge when Remi admits what he's done, the medic's brows furrowing together as she turns about to look at him. "You did...?" She tilts her head. The why is on the tip of her tongue, but Remi saves her from asking. And any hurt she might feel fades out with his explanation, the Ascended softening and nodding her acceptance. "I see," she murmurs. "I don't know this Gideon, but I wasn't aware that Amalia was so against us now as well..." Running her fingers back through her hair (a fruitless effort, the wind has knotted it), Isla chews at the inside of her cheek and glances over to the beach, the cliffs, the spot where the shrine might be. "I am not really involved with its reconstruction," she admits. "I imagine Nate will be, though, so you don't have to do anything. It's alright." Isla the flesh is weak