Please, Don't Be The End

Isla smiled to Samuel, letting her hand rest over his for a moment even if only one of them would really feel it. "It's my job," she said warmly at his thanks. "But he's a good friend of mine too, so I'm glad to know that he is alright." And the pent up stress and panic and strain of holding the alchemist's life in her hands was going to come out eventually - probably some time after she left the infirmary for home - but it could wait. She listened carefully as he explained, brow furrowing at the prospect of Remi and Sam dating, though she confirmed that she hadn't known with a polite nod. Distantly she wondered if she was supposed to know - again, though, it could wait. Wincing at his description of what had happened, Isla gave Sam's hand a gentle squeeze before letting him go, rising to her feet. "Come on," she said softly. "We'll go and see him. You can lean on me if you need to - but try to keep your voice down, okay? He might be groggy or confused." ISLA Hush now, I'm here