good night, sweet prince

In contrast, seeing Remi sparks everything in Isla - upon seeing the alchemist emerge from the woods, wild and haggard in the moonlight, breath she doesn't possess catches in her throat. Falling to a halt at the borders, wanting nothing more than to run across the perimeter but knowing better than to incite that sort of threat, she does little more than linger and shuffle her feet. Tears of fluid prickle in her eyes, and she offers him a wobbly sort of smile. "Gosh, Remi. You look terrible." It bubbles out before she can help it, the medic completely missing the way he doesn't react to her at all. The words register, at least, Isla shaking her head as if to tell Remi she doesn't get it. "Game?" she echoes. "It wasn't a summons, I just... I heard you were in the Greatwood. I had to come and see you." ISLA pray for me pray to me