we're always running scared but holding knives
It's wrong to feel excited given the fact that Remi has come back from a fortnight of freedom to this, but unfortunately the wendigo will know it from her heartrate alone. Swallowing and gathering up the syringe and her other tools as the door sighs closed and locks, Isla glances at him on the bed and can't really keep it to herself any more.
"Not yet," she says as he rolls up his sleeve. "I need to tell you about this one first." Grabbing his desk chair even though her immediate urge is to sit down on the bed next to him, Isla forces herself to relax a bit, but she's still smiling at the wendigo.
"This is it," she tells him. "This is the first trial run of the serum I've been developing. The one that might be able to reverse... well. Everything. This. You. It won't last very long - five or ten minutes at most - but if you want to try it..." She raises her eyebrows at him.
"Not yet," she says as he rolls up his sleeve. "I need to tell you about this one first." Grabbing his desk chair even though her immediate urge is to sit down on the bed next to him, Isla forces herself to relax a bit, but she's still smiling at the wendigo.
"This is it," she tells him. "This is the first trial run of the serum I've been developing. The one that might be able to reverse... well. Everything. This. You. It won't last very long - five or ten minutes at most - but if you want to try it..." She raises her eyebrows at him.
Isla
