still dancing on my own

Hey, Remi says, and it couldn't sound less like one of his greetings. Lost in thought as Isla has been, she blinks herself back to the present to gaze up at the alchemist, lips parting to give just as trite a response. But she just can't summon the will to do it, and instead she peels herself away from the wall so she might close the distance between them, her arms opening as if to offer a hug. "I'm sorry," she murmurs. "I know that you know. About Cal, I mean. I was waiting to tell you myself, but I got caught up with the fire and the patients stopping by the house and..." Huffing out a sigh, she shrugs her shoulders. "It's only been a few days. I wasn't not trying to tell you..." Isla the flesh is weak