Isla
This is what she has missed about Remi most of all - that willingness to do something ridiculous for the sake of knowing it. Why else would you want to do something? There's just as ferocious a twinkle in her own eyes as she turns her attention back to his toes, flicking one of them as if that will persuade them to stop wiggling. With her optical upgrade it doesn't take much to identify the broken digit, and Isla spends a few moments in setting and carefully binding it up.
"As if you could ever disappoint," Isla tells him with a very undignified snort, scooting up to sit at his side this time, to examine the half-healed wounds and various marks and scars all over his torso. Huffing out a sigh this time, she first gets to work on cleaning him up, raising a brow to hear him speak so. "I could call you an idiot if you like?" she suggests, before reaching out to pat his arm. "I'm sorry... let's try to build some better memories for you here now?" she offers.
"As if you could ever disappoint," Isla tells him with a very undignified snort, scooting up to sit at his side this time, to examine the half-healed wounds and various marks and scars all over his torso. Huffing out a sigh this time, she first gets to work on cleaning him up, raising a brow to hear him speak so. "I could call you an idiot if you like?" she suggests, before reaching out to pat his arm. "I'm sorry... let's try to build some better memories for you here now?" she offers.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
