good night, sweet prince

"It should be. I'm pretty sure I saw a mouse making itself at home in there." Isla reaches up to give his beard a bit of a tug, offering a small smirk before withdrawing (at least until he's leading her into the Greatwood). "Oh, Remi, I don't..." She isn't sure, at first, stumbling over the barrier line fully with her hand captured in the alchemist's. "I don't want to cause any trouble," she says in a more hushed voice, glancing amongst the trees and smoothing out her coat. None of her wariness stops her from trotting alongside him, of course, the medic too happy to see her friend to let even her stalwart logic interrupt. So reservations aside, they worm their way back into the woods. "Oh, I'm... I..." She doesn't know what to say regarding Ronin - she's worried he's died again and doesn't know how to ask, and it shows. Luckily, Remi comes to her rescue with the boy's name, and a silvery, shimmering sort of blush suffuses her cheeks. "You gave me to him for a middle name?" She beams. "That's... wait. I did? Remi, do I want to know?" She's laughing; she can't help it. ISLA pray for me pray to me