A Heart so Cold

A woman used to knowing things, or at least having the facility to figure them out, Archebold and his intentions were an enigma that Isla didn't appreciate. It didn't mean she didn't want to work it out, of course - but she was fast realising that his appearance at the infirmary was likely a token gesture to get her here. Even so, she found herself stepping closer to slip her arm into his, warmth rolling from her and meeting the curious nothing of the Bloodfiend's. "But you can still focus with the light," she mused, her voice swallowed up by the darkness. Even as her eyes adjusted, there was nothing she could make out - she was at his mercy and she got the feeling that was how he liked it. "The light allows you to see all your options, and you can decide which course will best take you from A to B." Isla stood fast by her logic, but as his thumb pressed against her wrist and he accused her of being scared, of all things, she swallowed hard and gazed up at where she assumed his face was. "Fear gets you nowhere... Lead on, then. I am eager to learn." Isla the flesh is weak