what have I done

She ought to go inside, yes. That was... that sounded logical. And she was barefoot out here - too long like that and she'd get frostbite. Or she would have. If she was still... Shaking her head in a jerking motion as if to dislodge that thought, Isla's eyes fluttered back open to find Remi trying to catch her gaze. She held his eyes willingly, still trembling a bit, though as before the snow had nothing to do with it. "I don't feel cold," she told him. "I don't feel anything." Sniffing, Isla reached up to clasp his shoulder, trying on a smile that was wobbly and broke within moments. "I needed to know," she said in a half whisper. "It hurt so much, Remi. I saw myself change, I was there... it..." Was horrific. "...was wonderful." Isla the flesh is weak