Isla
It's true that there's a lot of grime to get rid of, and Isla abandons the more specialised disinfectant for a moment to get a bowl of good old warm water, carefully wiping the alchemist clean so she might be able to actually do something for him. Scoffing at him, she gives his forearm a gentle pinch as if to assure him that she definitely isn't Jigano, especially while she is touching him.
There's something desperately sad in what Remi says, regardless of the warm and jovial tone he tries to inject, and Isla pauses for a second to gaze up at her friend. "I don't think a place exists where you can only have good memories," she says, reaching out to wipe at his face with a grin. "Yeah, I think I will be. I'd have come to the Greatwood but I feel like I won't be so welcome there."
Now that he's clean, Isla starts to work on the deeper cuts and lacerations first. "This is the only part of Caido I've ever known, anyway."
There's something desperately sad in what Remi says, regardless of the warm and jovial tone he tries to inject, and Isla pauses for a second to gaze up at her friend. "I don't think a place exists where you can only have good memories," she says, reaching out to wipe at his face with a grin. "Yeah, I think I will be. I'd have come to the Greatwood but I feel like I won't be so welcome there."
Now that he's clean, Isla starts to work on the deeper cuts and lacerations first. "This is the only part of Caido I've ever known, anyway."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
