what have I done

"Tch, flatterer," Isla managed in a wry tone. She leant against him gratefully as he draped his arm about her shoulders, stepping with him towards his shop and waiting for him to lead them inside. She murmured a thanks as he helped her to a chair, Isla drinking in the familiar sights and scents, closing her eyes against the change in light when he started the fire. Physically she might only be starting to understand what had happened, but in her mind - still Accepted, at least for now - the fire and its light and warmth were safety. How long would it take before she was as fearful of it as any other sane Ascended? She sat just as she had done when they'd met here previously, bare feet tucked beneath the chair, her hands in her lap. Her fair hair, originally tied back, had slipped mostly loose, falling about her face and leaving her looking just as dishevelled as she felt. Remi spoke again and her blue eyes flitted up to fix upon him, Isla frowning and reaching up to touch her own neck. "I know," she whispered. "...Archebold." Need she say more? And worse still, was she so foolish not to have realised that this is what she would have to do as well. Dabbing at her cheeks to clean herself up, Isla shook her head. "I don't want to hurt you." ISLA Hush now, I'm here