lose your faith in me [open]

ISLA evil is a point of view Isla watched him carefully, as if trying to pick out any signs of concussion or memory loss or other issues, her elbows leant gently upon her knees and her coat flared out on the ground behind her. The fanged grin earned a crooked smile from her in return, a gesture that was becoming increasingly easy to give. It flashed, for a second, her own pointed canines, and she picked her words carefully as she tried to come up with an explanation. "Ascended is what you are - from what you have said, anyway. It is what I am as well; a stroke of luck, actually, given who else might have come upon you." And what he might have done to them, if the fall had taken enough out of him. "Ascended are... like people. But better, in certain ways," she said slowly. "People fall into this place all the time, like you have... I did too, not so long ago. It's a long and difficult story. Would you come with me? I work at an infirmary not far from here. It would be better than explaining here." So saying, Isla rose to her feet and held out a hand to offer to help him up.