A Heart so Cold

Isla's lips parted to object, but she found she was entirely unable to do so. He was right, after all - she was here, and that said more than any imagined associations between the two of them. Instead, then, she pursed her lips and smirked up at Archebold, blue eyes caught in the flicker of the lantern light. Light which, apparently, would not last for very long. Her steps slowed as he walked away from her, the healer having just enough time to allow her eyes to flicker up to the mechanisms before he simply plunged them into velvety darkness. "You do little to make your guests feel welcome," she remarked, taking a faltering step backwards, and another, as if to find her way back to the entrance before she was engulfed in whatever madness lay before her. The tap of a familiar cane caused her pulse to quicken, and she was unsure whether or not to be glad for the hand that reached out and caught her own. With great reluctance and no small amount of trepidation, Isla heard the Bloodfiend out and allowed him to lead them on, though her eyes stayed firmly open. Indeed, she all but glared at his back. "What is this, Captain?" she wanted to know. "A game?" Isla the flesh is weak