Sacred Flames

Isla this won't hurt a bit Nothing went bang. At all. And while Isla was no expert on magic - not by a long shot - she knew enough about Destruction to know that things were meant to... y'know... get destroyed. But as the flames whirled and flickered into their heart shape, the medic had to admit that she rather preferred it this way. "You're definitely not going blind. Congratulations, I guess? You're a fire elementalist now?" She shrugged her shoulders. It didn't make any sense but that didn't make it any less true. Isla stepped closer as Edy held out her hand, watching her wiggle her fingers and frowning, able to tell easily that the limb was good as new. "I mean, I would be happy to take the credit for it, but it certainly wasn't me," she assured the other woman, glancing up at her and offering a half-smile, both at her fingers being fixed and her final quip. Awesome? Perhaps. "Mayhap we should explore a little more and see if we can find our torch-lighter?" she suggested, removing said torch from its sconce and nodding for Edrei to lead the way while she held the light. As a soldier, the Launceleyn was much better prepared after all. (She assumed. Probably wrongly).