would that I could

"Keep up your sass and you will see me try," Isla grumbles, though there's no malice in it - in fact, he'll be able to feel her smiling against his chest, and she nods in agreement. "Alright. We'll arrange a time and go out and stargaze. I'm not sure I'll be able to do much about the ballgown, but you can come in a suit if you like." He won't like, she knows that much, but the offer is there at least, right? Right. She's been mapping the way his muscles shift and tense, wondering if she's reached an area of bruising or tenderness when Remi speaks, and suddenly Isla's cheeks are flushing silver. "Oh...! Oh, I'm so sorry." Letting her hands drop, the medic awkwardly clears her throat and gives him a very platonic pat on the back, leaving it at that. "Force of habit," she mumbles, though it's a poor excuse at best. And so they stand in their embrace for longer than would be considered appropriate by anyone's measures, Isla caring nothing for it. And when she does eventually let Remi go to get back to his husband, it's with a kiss to his cheek and a promise to be in touch soon. That is, if he doesn't come knocking before then. ~FIN Isla the flesh is weak