Flesh and Bone [Open]

Isla followed him away from the edge of the gorge, and once their feet were on reassuringly solid ground, she stepped closer to examine his hand. Providing he didn't protest, she would reach out to check the cut over, visibly surprised at the lack of blood. Well, that wasn't strictly true. There was blood, but it didn't look like blood. Or it was something else acting like blood. She didn't know, but she was interested in finding out. As he began to speak Isla glanced up from his hand, a small frown on her face. "You are bleeding, though..." she pointed out, reaching into her pocket to withdraw a handkerchief, dabbing at the cut and trying to check how deep it was. "Sorry," she said automatically, assuming it would sting. Ascended, though? That was different. Isla's gaze flicked from the parasol to his face and back to the cut, her mind racing with questions she had to stifle down. "I'm... I don't think I follow," she murmured. "I'm not native to this place. What do you mean, going to the gods?" Isla the flesh is weak