wouldn't change how it ended

"Things and people," Isla counters with a shit-eating smile that suggests she's absolutely not talking about anyone in particular, absolutely not. Were it not for the snow, she'd lean back on her elbows on the steps, but as it is she contents herself with nudging Remi's knee back with her own, like they're in some sort of thumb war but for legs. "I don't think it is either. And I'd be really interested to know what it actually is, or what it used to be..." Not really a conversation for now, though. "I'd be surprised if you didn't take it personally. You get quite attached to places," she remarks, before jumping a bit to hear him so suddenly worried about Varus (and maybe she's a bit happy about it? she's not sure). "I wasn't there when it happened but he seems fine," she says with a reassuring nod. "He's even got a new upgrade. Finger lasers, he's calling them." Isla chuckles. She hasn't seen any random sculptures made of memory snow around the old guildhouses, but the medic does consider taking a closer look. "What was it?" she wonders, already half knowing the answer. "I could check." But more interesting than snowdicks is the idea of neutral grounds, and Isla brightens with the idea, not having expected it from Remi but absolutely seeming on board with it. "Like Meadowreach? It's the last place I remember everyone coming together..." ISLA pray for me pray to me