[se] we leave parts of ourselves in places

Isla take your medicine Glancing up fleetingly to note the dragon soaring overhead, Isla can't help but smile - an expression that grows a touch knowing and wry to hear Melita's response. "Oh, I have no doubt," she agrees with a soft laugh, though it's with a nod of gratitude that the Remedy finds some space on the sand a few feet away from the other woman, settling her lantern on her lap and taking a moment to catch her breath. "I'm sorry for your losses," she murmurs, having noticed the number of lanterns positioned around the Honeybee. Whilst pretty, Isla is caught by the realisation that most people would rather come to the Festival of Lights without a single lantern to carry. She knows she certainly would.