leaving footprints to remind us

Isla lets out a soft laugh, sad as it is. "That sounds about right," she murmurs about Varus, her thumb brushing gently over Remi's cheek as she gazes up at him. "Monsters and fairytales, mm? No wonder you hit it off." Her eyes drop away again, a blush colouring her cheeks silver as she shakes her head. "I don't ever want to hurt you," she tells him, tears blurring her vision. So instead of speaking more, she merely moves back into his arms, hugging him tightly and tucking her head beneath his chin. Even in the ruined Temple with the infirmary as a smoking shell somewhere behind them, everything feels somehow easier again now. "Thank you for coming to find me," she whispers. "I wanted to go after you, but I wouldn't be able to get to the Greatwood. Or Stormbreak." ISLA pray for me pray to me