Blood Sickness

Isla left him to get comfortable as she prepared some of her equipment, though she paused as he spoke - and not just because of his words. They were both Ascended and she knew she had an innate ability to sense... herself, really - what was injured, what was tired, how things worked and so on. With that in mind perhaps they could work it out together? But her confession stayed on the tip of her tongue as she saw him draw his knees up to his chest, Isla crossing the room to him. "Hey," she said softly, drawing up a stool beside the bed so she could sit next to him and not either be towering over him or looking up. "I guess I can understand that you are tired. It... isn't easy, is it?" Hoping that would help to break the ice, she glanced up at him again as if to invite him to see more than just what her words implied. ISLA pray for me pray to me