you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "Yes, so did I," Isla says absently, though she can only shrug and smile to him. "Some of us aren't cut out for it, I suppose," she says, managing a cheeky wink in his direction. As the former governor of Torchline, he should know that all too well. So she moves to put the tea on the stove, waving a hand for Remi to make himself comfortable anywhere he likes in the living room. Isla's space is small and practical, but it's cozy enough. "Perhaps I will send a letter to both Sunjata and Nate. And I will seek out Sam, as well," she agrees, smiling to him more softly now. "Thank you Remi. That's... that is really helpful." Whilst she waits for the water to boil, she moves to sink down on the sofa. And whilst the Lullaby might be the enemy, he's still Isla's friend, and she has no qualms speaking to him about it. "I don't believe so," she says. "There haven't been any notices about it, anyway. Why? Would... are you going to be kicked out of the Grounds, when that happens?"