A Heart so Cold

"Graveyard humour is all we have in my profession," Isla pointed out with a smirk back at Archebold, nodding and stepping ahead so she could lead them from the infirmary. She locked the doors once they were outside, slipping the keys into her pockets and continuing out of the Temple with the Bloodfiend at her side. Not something she thought she'd ever experience in truth, given that Isla's work tended to be with the more obviously alive. The night was cool and brisk, and as he offered his arm she slipped her own through it almost without thinking. This was the first even remotely blueblooded gesture that the former-duchess had received since arriving in this place, and whether or not she wanted to accept, her response was automatic. And so they strolled through the streets lit only by starlight and the odd lantern flame from a window sill, Isla glancing about as if wondering where they were going. His own playfulness reflected back at him as she glanced up, grinning at his question. "I want to know all the secrets the world has to offer, Captain Cobb," she said. "Do indulge me." Isla the flesh is weak