sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine Isla melts against Sunjata's side with little to no resistance, the Remedy's footsteps slowing so she might wrap her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I wish neither of us knew what it was like," she admits, her voice muffled by his chest, and she'll apologise later for leaving his shirt wet with accidental tears. "He just thought he was doing what was best," she continues, having no idea why she feels the need to defend Remi especially given the fury with which she'd faced him only hours ago. Sniffling, Isla loosens her grip on the Flood enough to wipe at her eyes, shaking her head sadly. "He just looked at me like I wasn't there," she mumbles. "I doubt he will even come to King's End again, now that he knows I'm here. I just... there was so much I wanted to say, but none of it would have meant anything to him." And now she's left feeling foolish and upset and weirdly homesick, with nowhere to put those feelings. So instead Isla glances up at Sunjata and notices, for the first time, that he's carrying something. "You found books?"