Isla
"I am a medic, and it is my prerogative to be pick-- you are what?" Isla blinks at Remi, managing to look quite adorably gobsmacked as they head into the Temple. Functionally immortal is definitely something he ought to have mentioned, mainly because he must know how interesting that will be to her. If it weren't for the boy in her arms, Isla might have smacked him. "Well," she says in a huff instead. "That's still no excuse not to look after yourself. And what does that mean, exactly? I doubt I could kill you even if I tried." She scoffs.
Her expression softens at the sight of the window with the star in it, the Ascended nodding and moving over to settle Mateo in the midnight glow in his blankets. "Will he be alright here?" she asks, trusting Remi if he thinks it best to leave the boy. In the Greatwood, she imagines he's fallen asleep in a lot worse places.
Her expression softens at the sight of the window with the star in it, the Ascended nodding and moving over to settle Mateo in the midnight glow in his blankets. "Will he be alright here?" she asks, trusting Remi if he thinks it best to leave the boy. In the Greatwood, she imagines he's fallen asleep in a lot worse places.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
