you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine Isla is categorically in shock, something that manifests in swift compartmentalisation the likes of which she hasn't needed to implement upon herself since walking the battlefields of Northwind. Nephele is forgotten for the moment - she can apologise and meet with the strange Fae helper later, she thinks - and for now all she can do is try to rub out a soot stain from her white coat with no luck. "I don't know what to say," she admits as the infirmary continues to burn behind them, as people scream and call and hurry to try and douse the flames. There will be nothing left though - Isla is certain of it. "Someone set fire to the infirmary. And then you came, and you... killed my patients. You didn't see me in the room with you. I don't..." She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter now. I think I ought to get away from this heat, though."