[se] we leave parts of ourselves in places

Isla take your medicine "Yes, I think so," Isla says with a fond, sad smile, glancing between their lanterns as they change and develop in readiness for the next Festival of Lights. "I only heard him play once. I was chosen at last year's festival, and he played for me then." It's a bittersweet memory, but the sound of the ghostly strings is burned into her mind forever, and she'd not change it for the world. As for her hesitance in settling in Torchline, the Remedy takes a second to try and articulate it, her brows furrowing. The reasons are dwindling, honestly, and it's with a soft laugh that she shrugs her shoulders to Melita. "Honestly, I think I'm just afraid of officially starting again somewhere," she admits. "We're both Outlanders, so we know what it's like to have to rebuild from scratch after coming here. And then everything with the Grounds, and then King's End..." Letting out a long, deep sigh, Isla forces her shoulders to relax. "I guess I better take the plunge though, right?"