good night, sweet prince

"Mm, and yet," Isla agrees sadly, the medic meandering in Remi's wake and fussing absently over Mateo. He'll be able to see the cogs turning in her mind, knowing what he says to be true, and it's with a measured sort of understanding that she finally nods to him. "That sounds more than reasonable," she agrees, smiling sunnily at him and stepping up to nudge against him with her shoulder. They both know exactly what it will entail - which is why she isn't suggesting doing anything like that right now - but it feels like they are beyond that awkwardness. "That idiot is my best friend and I wouldn't have him any other way. Maybe we can talk about it more when you come to see me?" she suggests, leaning in to kiss the top of Mateo's head. "I doubt you'll be massacred for coming into the Grounds. Not with how you are now." ISLA pray for me pray to me