you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "The key to levelheadedness is not to let anyone know you're panicking," Isla points out with a secretive wink, though she grins at the kiss he presses against her hair and relaxes further against his chest. "I don't know," she confesses regarding the state of the Hollowed Grounds. "But I do hope it's figured out soon. This is the worst time for the Grounds to be in flux. We need direction and reassurance." Isla does, anyway. What he has to say about the Order is not encouraging, and Isla frowns, easily able to feel his muscles tense and ripple at the mere thought of it all. "Do they strike you as the sort to attack buildings like the infirmary?" she wonders. "It's a little... underhanded, to attack the sick." Underhanded and completely immoral. Like Remi, Isla also knows why but doesn't, when it comes to him being unable to see her. She finds herself squished closer, not that she minds and she presses her eyes shut at the mere thought. "I will do what I can to protect myself," she vows. "...But right now, I think we both know that if it came to it, I wouldn't be able to run from you, or fight you."