you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine She leans into the wing and then back against Remi, more than grateful for his presence and his shelter. "Thank you," she mumbles, peeking between the feathers towards the approaching Temple. "You're right, too. It is something I considered, but..." She shakes her head. "The Launceleyns would come back onto the scene with a bang, but with banners and streamers as well to announce it all." This was horrifically calculated, and Isla doesn't like it one bit. Giving Remi's arm a gentle squeeze, she nods and leads them towards the Temple. It's chaos, and she leaves him at the outskirts of the goings on that she might slip in and write her notices without drawing too much attention. When she returns, it's looking more weary than ever, and she tucks herself right back beneath Remi's arm. "Let's go," she says softly. "Do you think I ought to get some surveillance for outside my house?" It isn't something she has ever considered she might need before.