Blood Sickness

Isla arched an eyebrow across at Sam in pleasant surprise, not having expected to hear that he had never spoken to one of these 'old gods' everyone seemed to go on about. "It's worth a try then, right? Who knows, someone might be able to help you. But... I would be wary. I have heard worrying things about some people who have communed with them. That the prices for their help can be steep, at times." Wrinkling her nose (and firmly not thinking about what kind of price she might have to pay for anything that the Voice could give her), Isla finally let the pebble clack away over the ice and resumed her footsteps in silence. She shook her head gently. "No, it didn't hurt. She knew that I was a medic and so... she... I don't know how to phrase it, exactly. But now I am able to see the bones within a person, so I can check if there are any breaks or fractures. And I can see heat patterns, too. It's useful in my line of work." Samuel sounded lost and sad, and Isla could only feel sympathy for his longing to be 'normal'. "As a doctor I can assure you that normal does not really exist," she murmured, glancing across at him. "But I'm sorry, Samuel, for what happened to you. And that you had no choice about it. I will try to help you as much as I can, even if it's only to make your life more bearable." ISLA pray for me pray to me