when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Mm, I think the weight of that leadership responsibility must be squeezing out the rest of my intelligence," she says with a quietly dramatic sigh, leaning all the more into Remi as if to emphasis how terrible it really all was. His reaction to LongNight naturally draws her attention up to his face, though she has no way of knowing quite what the cause is. "Well," she murmurs, "I daresay that just because we don't expect monsters, people won't prepare just the same. I for one plan to spend the time catching up on reading and paperwork." It's what Isla always plans. She hasn't managed it yet.
Grinning up at the alchemist, she gives him a gentle nudge with her elbow. "Maybe," she agrees with a chuckle. "Luckily, I quite enjoy stitching people back together. It's a fun pastime." And for the medic, it really might be. "And how is Ronin? It must be nice for the two of you to be back in the Greatwood."
Grinning up at the alchemist, she gives him a gentle nudge with her elbow. "Maybe," she agrees with a chuckle. "Luckily, I quite enjoy stitching people back together. It's a fun pastime." And for the medic, it really might be. "And how is Ronin? It must be nice for the two of you to be back in the Greatwood."
i could die
Isla
