what have I done

For everything that Isla couldn't feel anymore, Remi's verbal cues and the thunder of his pulse in her ears were easy enough to follow. And for all of their joking about her being a spinster, the battlefield was a lonely place and she knew her way around a... er, this. He came with her name in his mouth and claws biting into and shredding at the chair, Isla taking everything he had to give, her hand still slowly working him though her tongue showed him mercy. When she was certain he was done she sank back on her knees, and if she had breath she'd be panting. As it was she could only gaze up at Remi with overbright eyes and the barest hints of a smile on her lips, feeling suddenly exhausted and not in a way that suggested she needed to bleed him further. "How about now?" she murmured, referring to their previous question - did he feel any better? ISLA Hush now, I'm here