Isla
"I missed you too," Isla murmurs, her sunny smile still very much in place as she follows him into the house. She moves to light a few more lanterns - she doesn't need them and Remi might not either, but at the same time it makes it feel a bit more homely. Once that's done, she moves to slouch back down onto the sofa where she had been before he'd knocked, carefully moving her books and a few anatomy sketches she's been working on.
Pulling a face, at first, to hear him say his cAtCh uP question, she can't help but laugh when he catches himself. "I was going to say," she remarks, patting the sofa beside her. "Things are good, Remi. The infirmary is doing well and we're getting back on track after LongNight. How are you?" And, given that he led with it, "And what is the actual reason you're here, if not that?"
Pulling a face, at first, to hear him say his cAtCh uP question, she can't help but laugh when he catches himself. "I was going to say," she remarks, patting the sofa beside her. "Things are good, Remi. The infirmary is doing well and we're getting back on track after LongNight. How are you?" And, given that he led with it, "And what is the actual reason you're here, if not that?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
