would that I could

Apprehension and anticipation is about right for the two of them - the difference being that Isla has been very, very busy since the sun rose once more. The infirmary, at least, is looking functional and clean again, and the Grounds is less littered with bits of proto-Ascended (aka LongNight monsters). Isla has just sent someone on their way having bandaged a nasty burn on their arm, and the infirmary is otherwise quiet at this time of night. She might even be humming to herself when footsteps interrupt the rhythm, and she turns automatically towards the door. Had she breath, it would have caught in her throat to see Remi suddenly there, and though there are a lot of feelings about what happened and how many times during LongNight, he's still her best friend at the end of it all. She still loves him in more ways than just the physical, but it doesn't stop the butterflies that flop around in her stomach. Then, of course, she sees the torn collar, the tell-tale signs of a fresh fight. "Remi! Who hit you?" There's delight in her voice as well as concern, and she sweeps up to wrap him in a hug. "Oh, whoops-- I don't want to squash the flowers." Isla the flesh is weak