Sacred Flames

Isla this won't hurt a bit If Isla minded one bit that Edrei slumped to loll against her, she didn't show it. Heck, even if she had minded, she was hardly in a position to do anything about it. Putting the torch in a sconce and lessening the proximity to the smoke helped, a little, but it was far too late to bring her around. Like the other woman nestled against her, Isla was out like a light in moments. When she awoke, the torch was out and it was pitch black. She felt warmth around her, but the Temple beyond was freezing. Night had fallen, and the sound of rain lashed against the windows. "...Edrei?" Isla whispered.