Isla
"Remi, being in a shape isn't the same as being in good shape. Or healthy. Or..." She waves a hand at him in general as if to explain the things she's just seen in him. Still, she can't help but grin as he speaks of Mateo, and she accepts the blanket to bundle him up, before nodding for her to follow him. "Regular wild child, your son," she remarks. "The Temple isn't the warmest, but I imagine we can find a snug alcove under a window for him to snooze."
And then you're all mine, she wants to say, but even the words are enough to make her want to snort with laughter, so she refrains. "It is absolutely not me saying I never want to see you again. That is a cryptic way of you saying you never want to see me again," she informs him breezily, her voice taking on a soft echo as they move into the temple proper. "You're the expert - which window looks to his taste?"
And then you're all mine, she wants to say, but even the words are enough to make her want to snort with laughter, so she refrains. "It is absolutely not me saying I never want to see you again. That is a cryptic way of you saying you never want to see me again," she informs him breezily, her voice taking on a soft echo as they move into the temple proper. "You're the expert - which window looks to his taste?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
