what have I done

Isla flashed a smile back up at Remi, arching an eyebrow as he motioned to the armrests of the chair now shredded to ribbons. Admittedly she had been a little busy at the time and hadn't noticed. "I feel obligated to help you out," she remarked in amusement. "My skill at sutures might come in handy in this project of yours." Slowly she rose to her feet, the flush in her cheeks just about starting to fade and the song in her blood quietening enough to let her think in as close to straight lines as possible. So naturally, her gaze returned to the blooded handkerchief still pressed against Remi's neck. "I'm so sorry," she murmured. "I hope I didn't..." She paused, glanced pointedly down, then changed her mind. It was pretty obvious she hadn't hurt him. "May I clean it up for you? I think I might have ruined your shirt." ISLA Hush now, I'm here