Sacred Flames

Isla this won't hurt a bit Oops, indeed. Isla rolled her eyes playfully, but she was grinning through the werelight at Edy as she very intentionally put her hand back in the other woman's. The Launceleyn was a menace that she was very quickly beginning to consider a friend. They arrived, at last and safely at the entrance of the Temple. "Well, if I ever want a good nap, I'll be sure to come back here. And in the nicest way possible, Edy, I hope I'm not seeing you in the infirmary too soon. If you know what I mean." She laughed, though they were in agreement about the big and dangerous state of the world out there. Still holding the sconce, Isla would let Edy go so she could examine it further before she followed. The medic raised a hand to wave to her. "Goodnight - again." She called, smiling.