Sacred Flames

Isla This Won't Hurt a Bit A familiar voice trilled out and Isla turned from where she was still trying to thaw out her fingers, offering the other woman a bright smile. Given that she had only just about arrived in Northaven when she had been thrust into this place, friendly faces were a rarity indeed. The medic tucked a lock of hair behind her ear - it was left loose for once, given that she had no work to do, and it was difficult enough to find supplies, let alone get the infirmary up to par. "Hm?" She glanced back at the torch and shook her head. "No, I didn't. I thought someone must have lit it on their way through here before." Or at least she hoped that was the case, otherwise this place might have become infinitely more spooky. "I spotted you, when we first arrived," She smiled again to Edy. "It was bedlam, though, so I thought pleasantries could wait. How are your fingers?"