would that I could

Isla doesn't work very hard to let Remi go either, but she frees a hand enough to look at the bouquet. It's true, and she does know exactly what kind of flowers they are, but to hear him try to explain it is adorable enough that she can't even think of trying to stop him. Her fingers dance across the petals, and her expression softens to one of unfettered appreciation; she can't smell the flowers, but she can certainly enjoy them. "These are beautiful, Remi. Thank you so much - what's the occasion though?" she wonders, leaning in again to give him a gentle squeeze before beckoning him through so she can find a vase for the flowers. Hearing that it was Nate to have caused the bruises on his neck and the blood on his lip, though, has Isla turning to glance over her shoulder with clear shock on her face. "...Why?" she blurts out, completely sidetracked and moving instead to lead Remi to one of the beds, that she might clean him up. Isla the flesh is weak