are we there yet?

"I can't," Isla snaps without meaning to, and thank goodness he doesn't mention the crackers out loud, because they aren't going to cut it right now. As the blink hares come into view again, closer this time, the Ancient is fixated on them in the same way she might have been as a tiger, her fingers tightening around the railing of La Verbena. Eventually, as one might have suspected at a moment like this, instinct wins out over rational thought, and whether or not they are close enough becomes irrelevant. Isla will have scrapes on her knees, elbows and forearms as a parting gift from the Righteous Climb, but she still manages to yeet herself fairly elegantly from the railing, she thinks. Naturally the blink hares blink away at the approaching death-from-above, but Isla is hot on their pursuit, and there's only so far they can teleport away. Isla the flesh is weak