ISLA
"We should," Isla agrees, her brows knitting together as she considers how they might maximise the potential to teach new people how to stitch and bandage and diagnose. "Maybe we can discuss it when you come to visit," she suggests, because as Nate says, the plans are already solidified and in place. It would be easy to lose herself in those imagined lessons, in how they can train others in the art of healing the body, but then the conversation takes a decided turn.
"Interesting?" she echoes with a raise of a brow this time, pebble blues flicking to his hand as it whispers across his chest. Before she has a chance to ask how, though, he's telling her, and Isla can barely stumble over the first revelation before he's telling her that Remi - her Remi - had gotten Hotaru pregnant. "He what?" she blurts, feeling the rise of a number of emotions for a number of reasons.
"Wait... wh... Hang on. Say it again?"
"Interesting?" she echoes with a raise of a brow this time, pebble blues flicking to his hand as it whispers across his chest. Before she has a chance to ask how, though, he's telling her, and Isla can barely stumble over the first revelation before he's telling her that Remi - her Remi - had gotten Hotaru pregnant. "He what?" she blurts, feeling the rise of a number of emotions for a number of reasons.
"Wait... wh... Hang on. Say it again?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
