what have I done

"I'm no great mind." Isla smiled weakly, staring at the floor again. "Just a fool who asks too many questions." Regardless of the significance of the gesture, she still appreciated his touch nonetheless, her hand sneaking out of his jacket so it could rest atop his, giving it a gentle squeeze. A frown flickered over her face at his refusal to let her go on her way, though she knew it was coming from a good place. Lifting one of her feet from the snow, she could see it was pink with the stress of being out in such low temperatures, but another cursory scan of herself showed that any damage she was sustaining was being repaired by the overhaul. "I believe it affects me the same, but that is mitigated by... by..." She held out her hands, indicating herself. Pinching the bridge of her nose like she had a headache, Isla suddenly looked exhausted. "Would you take me inside somewhere, please? I don't feel well." ISLA Hush now, I'm here