[ME] just the way of things

Isla watched quietly from the entrance where Ronin had come in from. The infirmary slept for no man, so she would only be able to linger for a few moments. Still, the information delivered was damned important - particularly that tidbit about the Voice. Isla had some thinking to do after this. A lot of thinking, actually. And then a walk to take to the Underground. "The creature's bite is venomous," she called, to add her two cents in. "I have collected a sample of it from when the group returned from the last fgiht and I'm attempting to create an antidote, so we are better equipped to deal with that if it happens again. Any help anyone can provide is more than welcome." Isla didn't look at Archebold either, but for an entirely different reason. Her neck prickled with the memory of the manor, and she swallowed hard. Isla the flesh is weak