good night, sweet prince

"Sometimes managing is the best we can hope for in our situation," Isla murmurs with a gentle smile as he sets her down, the medic absently straightening out his shirt and looking over the rest of him. She moves with the sort of intimacy and easy comfort that comes with two people who once shared a bond that ran so deeply. But she is still distinctly separate now, and that doesn't escape her - she steps back a bit to smile up at him. "No Ronin...?" She tilts her head, brushing an errant curl out of her face, only for the Star's absence to be utterly swamped by the news about her friend's son. "What...?" Isla's grin grows into something bright and warm (and fanged, obviously), and she rushes forward all over again to hug him tightly. "Tell me everything," she gushes. "What's his name? How old is he? How did... how, Remi? Congratulations." ISLA pray for me pray to me