good night, sweet prince

She tilts her head to him as he glances back, Isla offering a gentle smile. "We can sleep, but I don't find it all that easy," she admits. "I don't think I really bothered with it, when I was still working the clinic. I don't recall any dreams either, but... that would make for an interesting experiment, don't you think?" Endlessly curious, it isn't so surprising that Isla wants to start mining for knowledge within days of returning to the land of the living. Remi knocks her off track (probably for the best) with his candidness and charm, and she turns to clasp his hand between both of her own. "You know that flattery gets you everywhere," she scolds him gently, a smile sneaking across her lips. "Are you... allowed in the Grounds, now?" she asks suddenly. "It's just, I was hoping to get the clinic back up and running. And if you ever need anything, I'd like you to be able to come and find me in a bind." ISLA pray for me pray to me