good night, sweet prince

Unfortunately Isla cannot see Remi's dimples for all of the beard in the way, but she gets the general idea of it. "As do I," she murmurs, giving him a gentle nudge and continuing to follow him through the canopies of trees. The fact that his response about being allowed in the Grounds is so woolly is good enough for the medic, and Isla flashes him a bright and secretive grin. "That sounds an awful lot like a yes, Remi," she says. "You'll have to let me give you a check up. Mateo, too - I bet you've been letting him eat dirt and bugs, haven't you?" The news about this Order, about Stormbreak... it has her furrowing her brow, Isla feeling even more like she was somehow tainting the world by existing, even if her entire purpose was to heal. "I have never tried," she confesses about the Ascended, looking thoughtfully up at the trees. "But now I'm going to. I'll add that to the list of experiments, for when the clinic is back up and running." ISLA pray for me pray to me