Blood Sickness

Isla led them from the treatment room on quiet feet, murmuring to one of the other medics that she'd return soon and to send someone for her if there was an emergency. They were only going for a stroll around the Sanctuary, and neither of them would feel the cold, so she decided against grabbing a coat. The snow crunched under her feet as she walked, glancing back for Sam and smiling as they fell into step together. His words brought a thoughtful frown to her face, Isla kicking a small pebble along with them. To reverse what had been done, something so intense and invasive that it had overhauled their system completely... hm. "Truthfully, I don't know," she told him, glancing up at him. "Certainly I don't think that the Voice will be able or willing to reverse what she sees as a gift to us. But maybe one of your old gods would help...?" It was a shot in the dark on a subject that Isla was only beginning to understand, but she wanted to offer anything she could to the suffering young man. "Although... when I ascended, the Voice... did something. Made something happen to my eyes. I'm not sure it's something all Ascended have, it was like... an extra." She tried to find the words for what she was looking for. "Maybe the Voice could offer you something extra to make your life more enjoyable?" ISLA pray for me pray to me