Isla
This version of Remi is entirely different to the one she left behind as a woman. The unicorn in her knows it well, but even then it was prior to his ascension into demigodhood. This Remi is new, and Isla steps back with a worried frown furrowing her brows. She stops herself from reaching out for him, in case the predator in his blood rears its head further, instead glancing back towards Mateo. "Alright," she says slowly, giving a gentle nod and smiling at the boy. "Well, if you'd like me to watch him when you go to see Ludo, I'm happy to do that too."
Falling into step back towards the exam room, Isla lets herself relax a fraction and rests her hands in the pockets of her medical coat. "If you made it so you didn't have toes, I'd have to fix your paws. Or talons. Or whatever you decide to replace them with," she informs him easily, gesturing towards the bed for him to sit and take off his shoes. "If you'd be kind enough to lay down. I'll fix the surface wounds - I know they don't bother you, but let me do this for me, okay?"
Falling into step back towards the exam room, Isla lets herself relax a fraction and rests her hands in the pockets of her medical coat. "If you made it so you didn't have toes, I'd have to fix your paws. Or talons. Or whatever you decide to replace them with," she informs him easily, gesturing towards the bed for him to sit and take off his shoes. "If you'd be kind enough to lay down. I'll fix the surface wounds - I know they don't bother you, but let me do this for me, okay?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
