you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine It doesn't exactly feel safe, gathered up against Remi, but it doesn't feel dangerous either. So as his arms come to encircle her, she sags against him and holds him all the tighter, pressing her eyes shut. "Yes, I remember from their files. We ought to circle back to the Temple before we head to my place. I will write a notice for the board, in case their families come looking before I can tell them directly." Sniffing, Isla steps back and glances to the bodies. "I'm sorry too," she mumbles. "Do you think we might be able to wrap them in something, and not fill the graves in just yet? I wouldn't want to interfere with the families' wishes." She nods, somewhat absently, to the offer of a shift - it would be foolish not to take one in the current circumstances. "Yes," she says softly. "It was. And what happens next is because of our choices." And Isla plans to be as quiet and composed and unflappable as ever.