Isla
It isn't like they've never hugged before, but as his arms move around her, Isla finds herself relaxing in a way that surprises her. It's like being given permission, though quite for what she doesn't now. And the Ascended finds herself smiling, suddenly and stupidly, a gesture that Remi would likely feel against his shoulder. "Good," she murmurs. "You can just send a raven, or come and get me when you're ready to go. I'll make sure I'm available."
Then he says what they've both been waiting for, and Isla's smile doesn't entirely fade, but there's a flush to her cheeks that appears in little more than a silvery shimmer. "I'd like to give you time to recover," she says. "If we do it now, you'll have a few days. Just say where." She recalls, very faintly, that being an alchemist, his wrists were a no-go.
Then he says what they've both been waiting for, and Isla's smile doesn't entirely fade, but there's a flush to her cheeks that appears in little more than a silvery shimmer. "I'd like to give you time to recover," she says. "If we do it now, you'll have a few days. Just say where." She recalls, very faintly, that being an alchemist, his wrists were a no-go.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
