you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "Hey!" Isla smacks him gently for that one, though she is smiling, so he's gotten his wish at least. "I won't dignify that with a further explanation. You'll only twist it around anyway," she accuses, though thr warmth in her tone betrays her amusement about the whole situation. If only things could stay that light. Isla's brows furrow as she hears about Cian, about Ronin, and then Remi's taking one of her hands. Isla is a cat with claws, but now doesn't seem like the right time to slip out a scalpel blade. Good thing, too, as her fingertips press to the pulse at his neck. "Remi," she says softly, both wanting to comfort him but absolutely not knowing how. "I..." Huffing out a sigh, she perhaps contradicts the subject matter by shifting closer to the Lullaby, but so be it. "I will make sure I am protected," she tells him. "Even if that means being protected from you. You will not be responsible for another of my deaths."