lose your faith in me [open]

ISLA evil is a point of view Isla would have struggled, once, to help pull him to his feet, but especially with the blessing of the night upon them, she got him on two legs with relative ease. Letting him go, she watched for a moment as if to make certain he would be alright to walk, before falling into step with him. She couldn't help but notice the way he favoured one side even though he didn't need to, the medic stifling a smile to herself. She had been exactly the same in the first few days. At realising she'd not even introduced herself, she glanced back to the not-so-stranger. "Where are my manners? I'm Isla," she said, smiling to him again. "It's good to meet you, Aedion, though I wish it had been in better circumstances for you." Turning, Isla cast her eyes ahead through the ruins as they headed for the infirmary. "You might notice you can see in the dark easily, if you weren't able to before," she remarked. "...Do you remember where you came from? What was the last thing you were doing?"