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"If anyone ought to do a scan it's you. Who knows how many viruses you may have picked up accidentally." Isla bounces her eyebrows at Edrei, ignoring the jabs as easily as one might dodge blows, and she sits a little more comfortably in her seat as the Launceleyn finally gets into the meat of the matter. Humming out her agreement regarding The War, though the last thing she expects is for Edy to know about the idea of peace that Sam's pitching, much less sound as though she's pleased about it. Not wanting to burst her bubble entirely, Isla tilts her head. "I had heard a few rumours like that," she says. "But I am very interested to know your thoughts. Do you think it's possible, if enough of us band together from both sides? I don't think any of us wants another war. There's been enough death." Isla should know. She's died twice so far. ISLA pray for me pray to me