all of the strangers are gone

It all seems fine, despite her dwindling amount of space, until it suddenly isn't. And as Sunjata bolts upright in bed, Isla does the same, albeit less frantically. She'd opted to lay down in the end, as she usually does at the latter point of the night, replaying medical procedures in her mind and recounting the steps until she's certain they're correct. None of that matters now, though, not between the dragonscale and the talons, and Isla brushes her hair out of her face to peer through the darkness at the Flood. "Are you alright?" she asks softly, furrowing her brow and wondering whether he'd actually been awake as well, recalling something in his own mind. "We're in the loft, in the House of Midnight" she continues, offering anchor points to remind him. "It's Longnight. We were reading." ISLA