Sacred Flames

Isla this won't hurt a bit While 'dumb' wasn't the word Isla would have used, it certainly didn't sound practical. And the medic would have said as much if things hadn't suddenly become so deliciously hazy, or if she didn't feel so warm and cradled and happy inside the temple. Had it always been so comforting in here? Or maybe she had just been much more tired than she'd thought. This was all very strange... and while some part of her fought to make sense of it, to shake it off, to think, it just didn't actually seem worth it. "Mm... I don't think it was important," Isla murmured, rubbing at her forehead and blinking blearily around them. Aha! Nearby was an obscenely comfortable looking alcove, with a convenient sconce to put the torch in. Maybe they could sit and talk? "Let's take a break for a little bit?" she suggested, her feet already taking her to the alcove. Placing the torch in the wall, Isla slouched down onto the ground and patted the space beside her for Edy.