would that I could

Like any good physician, Isla listens quietly and gives Remi all the time he might need to explain the situation. She takes the bouquet and sets it to one side, gathering together her tools and rolling up a stool to sit before the Lullaby. Her intention is to look him over and perform the physical examination while he tells the whole story, but she freezes to hear about the dreams, about killing Sunjata. She knows them all - Nate, Jata and Remi - and yet she's still rising to her feet to wrap her arms around the alchemist's shoulders at the end of it all. "I'm so sorry," she murmurs. "How is Vai? How are you? Why didn't-- well, I suppose you weren't really in the mood to talk about it the last time we saw each other, huh?" There's a dusting of silver on her cheeks, but she's not keen to delve into that while he needs looking at. Eventually Isla steps back and sits down again, getting together some gauze and antiseptic to dab at his lip. "We can't take you anywhere, can we?" Isla the flesh is weak