(SE) an open book with a torn out page

Less ears. She recognises that sort of paranoia, and Sunjata reminds her a bit of Nate now, as she falls in step with him to go to the Glade. She follows his gaze, too, expecting... she doesn't know what, exactly, but when he speaks, it isn't that. Blue eyes widen as she gazes up into his face, Isla feeling as though there ought to be something to do, or something to say, but... it's unheard of, isn't it? "Do you think perhaps Safrin stopped them from coming?" she asks softly. "I know that some shrines are dedicated to particular gods, but I... gods, Jata. I'm so sorry. You're alive, though - you made it." She takes a step closer, reaching out to touch a hand to his forearm, as if to check he's actually real. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die