what have I done

"I do not remember." Isla's response was much too quick and much too certain to be anything but a lie, but it was clear that she didn't want to revisit the memory of that night. It had hurt, at first... and after that? She didn't know. But it hadn't been a pleasurable experience. Maybe that was because it had been Archebold, in a strange place and not knowing if she would survive the experience. Maybe. She grinned at his quip, flashing fangs for perhaps the first time since her ascension, rolling her eyes at him. "Well when you put it like that I suppose you have been rather useful." But they were hardly talking about an easy favour here. Isla rubbed at her temple, at the sluggish headache building there, and she found herself on her feet quite without realising she had done it, like her body knew not to turn down what was on offer. "Alright," she murmured, stepping forward and kneeling down before Remi's chair, holding out a hand for his wrist. "...Just like taking your pulse, huh?" ISLA Hush now, I'm here