you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine Isla nods quietly, stepping away from the infirmary as it continues to burn, as her world goes up with it, small and humble as it had been. "Yes, that was me," she says, nodding to Remi and ruffling a hand back through golden hair made darker by soot and smoke. "No, I'm not hurt." She pauses as she watches him summon the hand cart, moving to carefully help arrange the bodies, resisting the urge to take a pulse that is no longer present. "Were you not allowed to save them?" she almost whispers, her brow furrowing. "The window was right there, but I couldn't..." Isla shakes her head. Was the fire intentional, though? They walk, Isla leading them out towards the small graveyard not far from the Temple, and when she speaks she sounds more like herself if for no other reason than the conviction that laces her tone. "There is no way it could have been an accident. I am Ascended - I was very careful to take all precautions and then some. And I need no sleep, so everything is checked regularly. There is no way for it to have started by accident."