A Heart so Cold

Isla take your medicine You asked. That simple? Isla managed a smirk as he took her hand and drew her closer, his long fingers cool and strangely other, like something human-but-not. Staring into his eyes was like staring down a dark well, and though Isla was a confident sort she had to fight not to tear her gaze away. Suddenly everything outside of that hollow blackness seemed brighter and more vibrant, almost like a warning. She cleared her throat. "Forgive me for saying so, Captain, but it is hardly a leap of faith if you are already reasonably sure of the outcome." Her tone was wry and amused - she couldn't help herself. "I would prefer you be yourself. Which I suppose you are, in which case I imagine I ought to be grateful." Or something close to that. As hypnotic as his whispers were, Isla prickled, then relaxed at Archebold's orders, and she held his gaze for a moment longer before her eyes slipped shut. Logic returned again all at once. He was a Bloodfiend - a killer - a soldier - and she had put herself clean at his mercy on what? His word? Foolish girl. But those words ghosted over her like the soft breath of a lover, and despite herself... Isla listened. To be able to view the world in that way, to watch it unfold and bloom like some mythical flower. The things she could do... the people she could save... Death. A cure? Only at that did she frown, blinking her eyes open and parting her lips to speak, only for him to steal her response with an unexpected kiss to the back of her hand. She folded her arms, as if to give them something to do. "Quite," she murmured. "Thank you. You are quite the talker, aren't you? Was the tour sufficient?"