wouldn't change how it ended

"You don't? I think it's interesting," Isla murmurs, though Remi undoubtedly has already gotten that impression. She's also not keen to make things awkward, allowing herself to lean comfortably against the Lullaby given their proximity, though she's gazing out across the snowy expanse of King's End as if it might hold the answer to their questions (the ones spoken and not). She blinks herself out of it when he starts to speak of the Greatwood, not bothering to hide the way her eyes crinkle with her smile to hear him so grumpy about the visitors. "What a burden it must be to be popular," she says, giving him a wry nudge of her elbow for his trouble. As for how she has been, the Remedy furrows her brow a bit and shrugs her shoulders. "We're still working on that mechanism for the Spire. Varus got turned to stone by a big snake in the Oerwoud, but it wasn't a permanent thing. Other than that excitement, things are... how they always are, I suppose. The Grounds seem lonely now though, if you know what I mean?" ISLA pray for me pray to me