dance with her ghost

"Gods, are you alright?" Isla's voice rings out across Mourn like a bell, and the medic makes quick work in closing the distance between herself and the pale figure she's spotted at a makeshift campsite. Having not long come from the House of Midnight, the Remedy has decided to collect a few herbs to take back with her to Torchline before leaving the region - and so here she is. Upon getting close enough she realises she might have made an error; in the Longheat dawn it's hardly cold outside, and the state of undress in the woman before her coupled with tails, horns, and the evidence of the embers she's been sleeping in... well, Isla is getting the idea that she's absolutely alright, and then some. "I'm so sorry," she continues as her footsteps slow, the Remedy offering an apologetic smile. "I didn't realise you were an Ancient as well - I didn't mean to ruin your nap." ISLA