inching ever closer

Nodding softly at the explanation and smiling her gratitude as she places the syringe away, Isla listens intently to Wessex's thoughts about the relics. Flashing a wry glance at the Prince (he merely raises a hand to tell the Wraith that it's fine, not wanting to interrupt her flow), she's about to offer her thoughts about the Greatwood when, lo and behold, the Knowt-Book proves to be worth its weight in gold again. "Well look at that," she murmurs, already getting to her feet. The Prince does the same, Isla glancing to Sunjata and, while seeming concerned about Darkeye's involvement, well... she can't really stop any of this. Not when the relics are so important. "I will get the infirmary ready, in case there are casualties. Please, look after yourselves." Though by this point she very much hopes it doesn't really need to be said. Isla the flesh is weak