it happened quiet

Isla take your medicine Whilst Maea becomes motionless, Isla continues in her steady movements, dividing out her tincture and corking the doses before starting to seal them with wax. Once that's done, she goes about writing labels for each one in a looping cursive, glancing up only when the other woman speaks. "You do?" She smiles, straightening up. "That's very good to hear." It makes her feel less insane for trying, anyway. Raising her eyebrows at the idea of the Spire being able to heal them, just by being inside... now that's a hell of an idea. "Perhaps we can ask the Voice about that next," she suggests, sounding quietly excited. "I think we could do it, yes. The next time I am planning anything for it, I will be sure to let you know. And if you want to do something yourself, by all means. It's a place for all of us."