what have I done

"Hm?" Isla blinked, not quite understanding his meaning until he mentioned Frey's fickle nature, and she shook her head quickly. "No, not at all," she said, her voice warm with the memory of the Voice if not the agony of what had taken place (along with all of its grotesque implications). "No, the Voice was... kind. Understanding, like a parent. Almost exactly like a parent, in fact. She explained everything that was happening as it was going on, and I felt... calm." Until she was left alone again - then the panic had seized her. But either way - the goddess she'd met hadn't been like Frey one bit. As Remi rose to his feet and offered her a chair, or the floor with a lion-pillow, the choice was easy. Isla grinned, stepping back and motioning to the ground for him. "Choose your most comfortable spot, sir," she said. ISLA Hush now, I'm here