still dancing on my own

Unlike Remi, there is no resistance in Isla as she moves into his arms, hugging him tightly and letting her head rest against his shoulder. "I feel like I ought to be sorry. I wanted to have a conversation about it," she mumbles. He's like hugging a statue, the medic frowning to herself as she peels away enough to look up at him. "I met him in Flowerbirth," she explains softly. "We ran into each other a few times and he ended up staying at the infirmary. Then I saw him in Torchline and..." She shrugs. "I like him. He's sweet, and funny, and... and this isn't helping things, is it." Shuffling back, she forces her shoulders to relax and gives her focus over to Remi. "How are... I mean... are you okay?" Isla the flesh is weak