we're always running scared but holding knives
Isla can't really respond to the Attuned bond without giving everything away regardless - in her voice and in her emotions, and the spike of nerves and worry that rush primarily to the fore when she sees the state of Remi will probably already give a heavy hint. And so she shifts back - albeit reluctantly, because she was quite enjoying being a jaguar - leaving her crouched on the bridge. Not that she stays there for long, straightening up and smoothing out her clothes.
"Hello, Remi," she murmurs. "I didn't realise that you were out here. I'll leave you be." And she moves to stand aside for him, because she might be happy to leave him alone but she isn't going to turn around and walk back the way she came. Remi doesn't own the jungle.
"Hello, Remi," she murmurs. "I didn't realise that you were out here. I'll leave you be." And she moves to stand aside for him, because she might be happy to leave him alone but she isn't going to turn around and walk back the way she came. Remi doesn't own the jungle.
Isla
