would that I could

Masquerade ball? Is it bad that Isla doesn't remember - likely because she's been to so many masquerade balls in her time? "Maybe," she says softly. "...Maybe we ought to do another masquerade. Then you could like all of that plan." She knows it definitely isn't the masquerate that will sell it for the Lullaby, but it's better than admitting that any ball that's mostly Ascended likely won't have the sort of food he's looking forward to. It's a thorny sort of story that the alchemist tells, one that has Isla pursing her lips a bit as she reaches out to tuck the painkiller into Remi's pocket. (She's not to know that he appears naked after travelling through dreams). "The Order, huh? Should I start adding locks to my doors then, lest he calls by?" she wonders - they've all heard stories about the Order, after all. "I'm so sorry to hear that the two of you had it so difficult, though. That..." Isla blows out a breath, reaching out to give Remi's hand a squeeze. "I think it's really important that you're together in the same place now. You both need it." Isla the flesh is weak