ISLA
"Hey, don't get all sad about it," Isla says gently, giving his curls a playful tug. "If it weren't for the fact that we were treading water in the middle of nowhere, I'd be more than happy to shift with you. But I'm not risking you drowning no matter how much you can hold your breath." Leaning in, she kisses his cheek, being purposely obnoxious about it even though he's likely too numb to feel it right now.
"Of course I trust you, Remi. Get us back to shore, and we'll go and get something to warm your belly while we decide what to do for our next adventure. Doctor's orders." With another kiss to the cheek, she disentangles from him to tread water enough that she can keep an eye on him, though it barely matters if her nose and mouth are submerged.
"Of course I trust you, Remi. Get us back to shore, and we'll go and get something to warm your belly while we decide what to do for our next adventure. Doctor's orders." With another kiss to the cheek, she disentangles from him to tread water enough that she can keep an eye on him, though it barely matters if her nose and mouth are submerged.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
