what have I done

Isla might have stood there all night if it weren't for Remi. She blinked wide eyes up at him as the jacket suddenly found its way around her shoulders, the healer touching her fingertips to the fabric as if to reassure herself that she could still feel that much. "You'll get cold," she said in a faint and distant voice, even as he tried to warm her up. Absently her hand moved from the jacket to the wetness on her cheeks - not salt tears, but... that stuff she was made of now, she guessed. He asked what was wrong and her breath hitched in her throat, Isla looking down at her hands and shaking her head. Nothing? Everything? Her mind swam with it. "I... I went to the Shrine. Where you... the one where you saw the Voice." She glanced over her shoulder, eyes piercing the darkness easily. Fresh tears tracked her cheeks when she pressed them shut. "Remi, I asked her for... I'm sorry, I... She shook her head helplessly. Isla the flesh is weak