good night, sweet prince

"People change," Isla points out easily, taking the inevitable growth with the two men in her stride as she always had done (and she let's Mateo have a lock of her hair for his little fingers for now, but that's only because he's so damned cute). "I don't expect anything from either of you, apart from the promise that we'll see each other again soon." Whatever had happened between them; whatever changes, history, tragedy and bad luck had befallen the Taliesins, that was par for the course when it came to living life. Her eyes remain on Remi even as his gaze drops, Isla giving him the time he needs to get the words out, however unintelligible they might be. And when he directs such a tired smile her way, she steps in for another hug, holding him tightly and mumbling an apology for squashing Mateo. "We'll make new memories to replace those old ones," she suggests. "It can't pretend to be me now. I'm around to kick it into touch." ISLA pray for me pray to me