all of the strangers are gone

"Careful," Isla murmurs automatically as a clawed hand comes up towards Sunjata's temple, as if worried he would forget they are there and accidentally flay himself. Shifting ever so slightly to face him as he sits up as well, she settles in to listen to his nightmare. Well, murder dream. "Oh?" She raises her eyebrows, recalling one particularly strange evening spent in the Flood's company whilst he was mistakenly dosing himself with psychadelics. She remembers hearing about Korofi, hearing about blood on the floors and judgement and death and grief. They hadn't, however, gotten into his job before becoming a famous rebel. And so, tilting her head curiously, Isla gestures for him to go on. "Back in Northaven we called it the Storm Guard. That would be the equivalent, anyway." ISLA