Please, Don't Be The End

It took a lot to shake Isla, but the sight of Remi's painstaking transformation was enough to cause her to break character and wince, though even as he shifted and screamed her eyes were already scanning the wounds that appeared. A quick flutter of lashes and she was seeing much more than just skin deep, examining and analysing and - by the Voice this was bad - even swearing under her breath (cursing was not something she indulged in, normally). "Sam," she finished for him, her hands already busy with a clear liquid and a syringe that didn't quite look like it belonged in a place like Caido. Luckily she had a friend who could create items out of thin air; today that ability would likely save Remi's life. If Isla was lucky. "Sam is here in the infirmary, Remi. Sam is safe. This will take the pain away and it will make you drowsy," she said, already injecting the medicine into a vein in his arm. Drowsy would be enough while she figured out exactly what was wrong, staunched the bleeding and cleaned the muck out of his injuries. Without being able to give the medicine time to work in full, Isla set about doing just that. ISLA Hush now, I'm here