wouldn't change how it ended

"And I trust you. But I don't trust them," Isla says simply, furrowing her brow and shaking her head in disbelief as he continues, as if wondering when their relationship became transactional. "I have never asked you to do that, you always offered," she says softly, sounding hurt. "And I have never used your shifts to snare people coming into the Grounds, either." But if that's the way things are now (have they always been this way?) then fine - blood for shifts, and her debt will be paid. Isla fumbles to unbutton her coat, shrugging out of one sleeve to bare her wrist. "I assume you have a vial or something, then? Wouldn't be like you not to come prepared when you know you're going to ask me for it." ISLA pray for me pray to me