Flesh and Bone [Open]

He was certainly right about that much, and Isla couldn't remember having treated anyone who didn't have red blood. She smiled apologetically at his flinch, though the reaction contradicted what he said about what the Gods and his family(?) had seemingly done to him. "Oh," Isla said, for there didn't seem to be much more she could say to that. The healer dabbed a little further at the cut and, determining that it wasn't exactly going to kill him, gently wrapped the handkerchief about his palm and let his hand go. "It should heal without any interference from me," she said warmly, her smile turning a little brighter. "Feel free to keep that, though. It would be best to keep it covered to stop it from getting worse." She nodded at the handkerchief, turning her attention now to what else he had said. The aversion to light; the inability to feel things... "Do... I apologise, because this is going to sound incredibly strange. But... do you have fangs, perchance?" Isla the flesh is weak