Sacred Flames

Isla this won't hurt a bit "People don't usually remember falling alseep, but they usually remember wanting to sit down and do so," Isla murmured, reaching out to catch Edy's hand if she would allow (though was there really ever any doubt?) and feeling her way through the pitch blackness towards the entrance to the alcove. Here she found the sconce with the remnants of the torch in it - it still felt curiously warm as she plucked it up. Not that it did much for the lighting situation. "I don't suppose you can create fire still?" she asked the other woman, glancing over her shoulder blind and slowly heading back out into the temple proper. Here it was a little easier to see, given the glow of the rain and night beyond the high windows. Isla shivered again - she wanted more than ever to get out of here now.