you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "I would not want to rule for love nor riches," Isla says softly, smiling to Remi as he moves to sit beside her. Their previous awkwardness seems to have melted away now that the Temple and the fire are at their backs, and she tucks herself under his arm as if he'd just come to console her after some bad news. "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. And I have far too many responsibilities to risk being uneasy about anything much." Not that these latest events will help in that respect. Her brow furrows as she considers Remi's points, Isla slowly shaking her head. "Do you think the Order would target non-Ascended for the sake of an infirmary?" she asks. "Would they be so callous as to target an infirmary to begin with?" What monstrous organisation had the Ascended in their sights? She doesn't want to think about his other questions, even if they are easy enough to answer. "I would have done my duty," she says quietly. It's vague, but given Isla's history as a field medic, it's easy to assume she would have done as Remi did, and given them a merciful death. Whether she gave herself enough time to get out as well, though? That isn't something she has to think about, thanks to the Lullaby.