ISLA
Isla, of course, is in the infirmary - because where else would she be? She spends more time there than she does at home these days, and that's even with the added advantage of having someone at home waiting for her. When the alchemist steps into the Temple's dark halls, she will be cleaning up the reception on one of her (dozens of) patrols around the place, making sure something is not about to spontaneously combust. Is it a problem? Probably. Will she stop, and risk the lives of her patients? Absolutely not.
Straightening up from behind the reception desk, she glances to the door about to call out a welcome when suddenly it's Remi there, and the words die on her tongue. "Oh!" she says, the shock blurting out before Isla can do much else about it. And when she smiles to him, there's something definitely strained about it. "Hi, Remi. How are you doing?"
Straightening up from behind the reception desk, she glances to the door about to call out a welcome when suddenly it's Remi there, and the words die on her tongue. "Oh!" she says, the shock blurting out before Isla can do much else about it. And when she smiles to him, there's something definitely strained about it. "Hi, Remi. How are you doing?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
