[SEASONAL THREAD] Keep the Fire Alive

Isla straightened up as a voice - vaguely familiar, she was sure - rang out through the night, and the healer turned towards the noise with a stack of suitable kindling cradled in the crook of one of her arms. "Hello?" she called back into the dark, just about able to discern a glimmer of a lantern before its owner dimmed the light. Still, at least that made it pretty clear that it wasn't a monster - probably. She'd heard tales of the god that sometimes walked these woods (floated, rather), and she'd much rather not have anything to do with it right now. Still, she walked towards where she thought she'd seen the light source, thinking it better to call out again lest she frighten the person who was there. "I am just collecting firewood!" she informed them. "I think you may have come upon my sled. I'm not lost, and there is plenty here if you're looking as well." Isla the flesh is weak