snow on the ground

Isla take your medicine She glances over her shoulder as he hurries to catch up, having been walking on autopilot towards familiar places, towards the Temple and everything that it holds for Isla. "Well, if you do decide to settle here, there are probably more than enough people willing to give you a place to stay. I used to run a clinic in the Temple - it's just up here." She nods towards the road ahead. What is death like, though? Most might cringe or shy away from such a question; Isla merely considers it with the same amount of logic as anything else he might ask her. "It's quiet," she says honestly. "Quiet and peaceful. I quite enjoyed it, honestly." Flashing a fanged grin his way, she turns a corner so they can go towards the Temple proper now. "Surely you know, though? Weren't you...?" Dead?