when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Even without needing to breathe, Isla lets out a relieved sort of sigh as they're able to step past this recent awkwardness, letting herself relax into this stroll through the swamp with Remi. "I'd like that," she murmurs. "Here, or perhaps the Oerwoud. Somewhere with ample shade would be nice, if you'd be so kind." She smiles. "Though Halo might be a decent option as well." If Mateo doesn't mind (and if he's as adept at getting out of trouble as Remi says) then it shouldn't be too hard to find somewhere for them to meet.
She tilts her head to hear him suddenly so bashful, the medic not sure she's seen him this way for years, and as he drops the Mort bombshell her lips part in a gentle gasp. "Did you?" she repeats, reaching out suddenly to wrap him up in another hug. "He's wonderful, isn't he?" Because of course Isla has felt what it is to be in Mort's presence, in the time after her adventures as a unicorn but before the Festival of Lights.
She tilts her head to hear him suddenly so bashful, the medic not sure she's seen him this way for years, and as he drops the Mort bombshell her lips part in a gentle gasp. "Did you?" she repeats, reaching out suddenly to wrap him up in another hug. "He's wonderful, isn't he?" Because of course Isla has felt what it is to be in Mort's presence, in the time after her adventures as a unicorn but before the Festival of Lights.
i could die
Isla
