what have I done

Ah. Yes, that. In truth Isla didn't know why the former bloodfiend had come to her infirmary that day. It certainly wasn't to help, as his pretense had been. Then, too, Isla's curiosity had gotten her into waters too deep to wade out of. If she had refused to go with him, if she had refused to take the bait by wanting answers, by wanting to know, just like she'd done down in the Shrine-- Crackle and smoke as her pain receptors obliterated under the Voice's expert touch She clenched her hands unconsciously, raising an eyebrow as he continued to speak. "It does not hurt?" She sounded skeptical at best, the healer regarding him carefully like she was trying to catch out the lie. "I have merely done my job," she chastised him. "You are the one who has made things easier for me. It would feel wrong to take further advantage of you. Besides..." She'd have blushed if there was blood to rise to her cheeks. "I... I do not know what I am meant to do." ISLA Hush now, I'm here