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Isla can't help herself as she gazes across at Edrei, and a cheerful smile starts to curl at the corners of her lips. Edy the firecracker, threatening peace as effectively as she so often threatens violence. It would warm Isla's heart, if she still had one beating. "You are getting quite wise in your old age," she informs the not-teenager, trying not to look too pleased about it in case it earned the Launceleyn's wrath. As for her question, the medic spreads her hands and shrugs her shoulders. "I think anything is possible if enough people believe in it and commit to it. You're right that it probably won't be as straightforward and peaceful as some might hope, ironic as that is. But I would rather try for this than to wait for war. We both know that war is messy, and violent, and helps no one in the long term." ISLA pray for me pray to me