My sweetest friend

Isla would have liked to tell Remi that the luxere was less because of the light and more because it kept away all of the spooky monsters, but regrettably it would remain unspoken between them. She laughed softly at his disapproving look, though she gave him a gentle nudge as if to tell him to behave. "Not true. I appreciate everything you ever did for me," she murmured, before drawing to a slow stop in the darkness. In the cold. "This time it feels like I need to ask," she said to him softly, her pebble-blues on a lonely patch of ground a short distance away, where a broken body lay beneath a fine layer of snow. Something near to it pulsed softly green. "Remi, will you help to take me home, please?" LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough