good night, sweet prince

"My clinic and the rest of the Hollowed Grounds thank you for your sacrifice," Isla says with a solemn bow of her head, as if Remi deciding to shower before coming to see her is an act of true heroism. And with the state of him currently, yeah, it really might be. Luckily the bear-man of an alchemist is not nearly as important as the little bundle of mischief he scoops up into his arms, Isla grinning and approaching slowly as she is introduced to Mateo. Her smile is a touch apologetic at first as she glances to Remi, nodding her understanding. "It must be very hard for him," she murmurs, reaching out to tickle one of the boy's chubby little cheeks. "Hallo there, Mateo. I'm Isla, and you are infinitely more adorable than either of your fathers." She chuckles. "You're raising a heartbreaker there, Remi." ISLA pray for me pray to me