Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Happy to take the win, whether or not it's given only because Asta is too high and numb to put up a fight, Isla falls quiet for a few moments to concentrate on cleaning him up. She doesn't mind if he wants to simply stop responding, at least whilst she's focused on this particular task - he's just woken up after being out cold while she stitched his shoulder and arm, after all.
Pausing to change the water and collect a new clean cloth, her brows furrow into a frown as his accented voice hits the air again, Isla shaking her head. "It sounded like a brutal place," she mutters. "I'm sorry you were treated that way." Sitting beside him again, she carefully starts to clean the blood away from his face. "I don't know if anyone would say you failed out there, though. You couldn't have known that thing was there, or what it was capable of."
Unsure if that line of thought would make much of a difference, once she's cleaned as much blood off as she can, the Remedy sits back, satisifed. "Rest assured, no one will be locking you anywhere or taking any of your things whilst you're here. Though I do recommend you stay put, given the potency of the medicine I gave you."
Pausing to change the water and collect a new clean cloth, her brows furrow into a frown as his accented voice hits the air again, Isla shaking her head. "It sounded like a brutal place," she mutters. "I'm sorry you were treated that way." Sitting beside him again, she carefully starts to clean the blood away from his face. "I don't know if anyone would say you failed out there, though. You couldn't have known that thing was there, or what it was capable of."
Unsure if that line of thought would make much of a difference, once she's cleaned as much blood off as she can, the Remedy sits back, satisifed. "Rest assured, no one will be locking you anywhere or taking any of your things whilst you're here. Though I do recommend you stay put, given the potency of the medicine I gave you."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
