you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "Blankets will be better, I think. In this heat something breathable will be best, until the morning." It's an easy choice to make in that respect, and providing Remi doesn't have any trouble making them, she'll help to wrap the bodies and transfer them into the graves. Only once that is done and she has checked to make sure everything is in order does Isla turn back to the smoky skies and the garish amber glow of the Temple. Quietly, she reaches out to slip her arm through Remi's leaning against him. "I'm sorry," she mumbles. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Even in the wars in Northwind, you didn't... attacks on medical personnel were considered war crimes." She had expected more from Caido, she thought. Gods knew why.