you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "Together," Isla agrees softly, managing a smile for Remi that actually reaches her eyes this time. She will always be thankful for him not treating her as though she's made of glass, and tonight is no different. Especially tonight. So they open the door and check the house and its perimeters, and Isla can't deny that her shoulders relax considerably to find it exactly the way she had left it. She can't pick up on anything awry that might be hidden or waiting to cause problems (or explosions) either, and so she nods to the kettle. "Tea?" she asks, before her head tilts in confusion to hear Remi laugh of all things. His explanation still doesn't make it funny, per say, but she can definitely appreciate gallows humour. "It is supposed to be a safe place," she agrees. "But I... I'm unsure if Wessex is still Queen any more. Who should I bring this to, so that everyone knows it wasn't an accident?" Because it wasn't. That much she is certain about.