wouldn't change how it ended

Isla has received the note, of course, and for a while she's not sure whether it's from Remi or from someone who's seen them wander out into King's End. It doesn't stop her from going, of course, when the moon is high and bouncing off the snow. She arrives bundled in a coat and scarf and gloves, despite not really needing them, bathed in ethereal light as she comes upon the man who casts no shadow. "Well thank goodness it was you," she gushes, her smile audible even if it's hidden behind her scarf. "I was worried I was being lured out here to my doom, for a bit." Perhaps it's strange that she doesn't feel that way with Remi, but here we are. "It's really good to see you." And here the Remedy seems to soften considerably, and she holds out her arms either for a hug or whatever other greeting the alchemist feels comfortable giving. ISLA pray for me pray to me