lose your faith in me [open]

ISLA evil is a point of view "A good strange," Isla agreed with a light smile, stepping back once more as he pulled his sleeve down. The scrapes would need very little help from her, as Aedion would already know by analysing his own injuries. "You have only just gotten here. I'd be more concerned if you thought this normal, honestly," she admitted, sinking back down onto her chair and sighing. "I have only been this way myself for a short while, and I was able to adjust fairly quickly." For now it was best for him to rest and sleep, though Isla did nod as he agreed to let her show him around. "An inconvenience? You're in an infirmary. I don't think you can ever count as an inconvenience. If I take you to find your answers tomorrow and you feel comfortable, obviously I can't force you to stay anywhere. But you're welcome here for as long as you need."