wouldn't change how it ended

"Oh, she has? I'll have to speak to her about it in that case," Isla says, rallied a bit by the idea that perhaps they can use the knowledge at their fingertips after all. As for what's funny, she can only shrug against Remi, still grinning to herself. "The image of being turned to stone and coming out of it with a new superpower isn't funny to you?" she asks, before relaxing against him again. "Then again I suppose the amount of abilities you discover at random, it's not unheard of." Talk of relics, gargoyles, danger and death is the perfect recipe to throw ice water on Isla's amusement, and she shifts just as uncomfortably as the man beside her. They shouldn't be having these conversations - not one bit. And yet, here they are. "I patched Sunjata up when I saw him in the Grounds. He mentioned, about Haai. I didn't want to bring it up unless you did - I don't want you to think that I'm snooping for information... But I don't want you to think I don't care, either. I'm glad you got out of it okay, Remi. And I'll be careful, I promise." It's not the sort of promise that, even if she keeps it, will guarantee her safety, but it's the most she can do for now. Closing her eyes as well, Isla can feel the way Remi winds up like a spring coiling and tightening, and she reaches out to take his hand between both of her own without thinking. "I'd never let anyone think that, even if it did happen. Maybe it's something we need the gods' approval for, though. If we have the backing of them on this, there's less likelihood that something will go wrong, right?" ISLA pray for me pray to me