The cure

Isla take your medicine Isla took an instinctive step away from one of the veins of light as it began to pulse and change, as though worried it might burn her, and she had to force herself to look back up at the shrine. The room seemed to fill her to the brim with its vibrations, like deep music in a language she couldn't hope to understand. Isla swallowed hard, lips parting to say something more when her own name echoed back at her, silencing her like a spell. Pebble blue eyes were round and wide as the figure - the Voice - emerged from the Shrine just as she'd heard it had before. Hot blood thrummed in her ears with her racing pulse - blood she might not have for much longer, given what she'd seen of Samuel. The smile, though... the smile from the Voice warmed and calmed her, enveloping her in something more than what she was. And that was the real driver, truly. Isla wanted to know. Had to know. "Yes,"" she said, before hastily adding, "please. If that is possible."