Isla
Isla raises her eyebrows at him, a surprised sort of smile flickering across her face. "I barely notice it any more," she admits. "I don't get cold though, I promise." She doesn't stop him from holding her hand, though, the pressure of his fingers as close to human touch as she can get these days. Still, she can't not notice the way he does anything but agree with her, the medic frowning gently as she hears him out.
At the mention of dreaming, though, Isla can only wince. "I haven't slept since I came back," she admits. "And I don't think... I'm not sure we do dream, Remi. I can't remember the last time I had a dream." Still, she would try it if it would make him happy, Isla nodding and gesturing to the bed. "What do you need me to do?"
At the mention of dreaming, though, Isla can only wince. "I haven't slept since I came back," she admits. "And I don't think... I'm not sure we do dream, Remi. I can't remember the last time I had a dream." Still, she would try it if it would make him happy, Isla nodding and gesturing to the bed. "What do you need me to do?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
