lose your faith in me [open]

ISLA evil is a point of view Isla watched the whole thing from the shadows of one of the ruined domiciles. She needed very little sleep, she found, since her Ascension, and even if she wanted it she doubted she would have found any rest. Things were growing more and more complicated within the Hollowed Ground. There was, on the air, a sense of anticipation. A sense of waiting for something. So when she was meant to sleep, she walked instead. She winced on the stranger's behalf as he hit the ground, having thought for a fraction of a second that she might have been able to... what, catch him? Maybe her new body would have been capable of such a feat, especially in the dark, but she hadn't thought of testing it out. Still, he was likely dead from a fall like that. So when he sat up and looked at the moon, she was very interested indeed. A step forward and she moved quicker than she shadows, bleeding in and out of the darkness at a speed that was simply unnatural. "Don't move too much," she cautioned, calling out in a soft voice and tucking a lock of fair hair out of her face. "I'm a doctor - you... do you know where you are?" It struck her, suddenly, that this might be one of the ways people arrived in Caido.