good night, sweet prince

"I don't really know what your mandate here is," she admits with a small smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and strolling along the borderlines until she can stand opposite the alchemist. Raising her eyebrows at the white flaring at the edges of his eyes, the physician in her can't help but crane forward a bit, as if trying to get a better look. "You couldn't do that when I was a unicorn," she remarks. "Not that I remember very much of it by then." Nodding as he repeats her words, Isla glances around, as if she can find something she might use to prove she's real, and frustratedly finds nothing. "Listen, Remi, I know... I know how it is. With Ronin, with Ianto... Ludo has tricked you so much. I don't blame you for not believing me. I remember how hard it is for you. But I just need you to know that it's okay. Everything that happened, it's okay. I don't hate you, or blame you. You were trying to save my life." ISLA pray for me pray to me