ISLA
"Such a busy life we both lead," Isla counters, though she does tilt her head to hear him pronounce the same word very differently indeed. Having never heard anything like it, the medic simply trusts that Remi knows what he's talking about (probably). Their feet hit the sand and though his wings disappear, Isla keeps her arms linked around him. "Is that so? Maybe we can find a better way of doing this. Maybe I'll go and lie in some heat pads before I come to see you. Then you don't have to worry about numb fingers."
She adores him for his questions, her eyes lighting up with the sort of shameless curiosity reserved for doctors and alchemists, Isla smiling as they begin to emerge from the water. "Very different, when it comes to Ascended," she says. "I've been having to adjust my methods somewhat, so I can help both Ascended and anyone else who needs it. But I've also been able to do some very interesting research. I cut Nate open and looked at his insides," she tells him cheerfully.
She adores him for his questions, her eyes lighting up with the sort of shameless curiosity reserved for doctors and alchemists, Isla smiling as they begin to emerge from the water. "Very different, when it comes to Ascended," she says. "I've been having to adjust my methods somewhat, so I can help both Ascended and anyone else who needs it. But I've also been able to do some very interesting research. I cut Nate open and looked at his insides," she tells him cheerfully.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
