the pause between breathing

He's spoken into her mind before, but it isn't a regular enough occurrence for Isla to be entirely comfortable with it, and the way she flinches a bit upon hearing her name growled through an unexpected mental bond says as much. It doesn't even sound all that much like the man she's been hoping to find at home, but Wessex aside he's the only one she knows with the ability. "Cal?" Falling to a halt, Isla is just in time for him to reach out and snag her by the wrist, spinning her towards shadows that her eyes can penetrate all too easily. She spots him there, dressed to train and obscured by the mask on his face, and her surprise softens into something altogether more worried. "Yes, I was," she says slowly. "Is everything alright? Did something happen?" Isla the flesh is weak