burn your kingdom down

There are a lot of things that Isla wants to say as Remi peeps down at her as if nothing has happened. Or as if it has all happened, but she wasn't a part of it. Things like what the fuck and why didn't you see me and you killed my patients. But all that comes out is a small hum of agreement as she looks up at billowing smoke and the amber glow of pressing flames. "Yes," she says softly, "it is on fire." Clambering to her feet, she's just in time to see Nephele swoop down. Perhaps one day in the near future she'll think about the things she's heard and seen, and question it a little more. But for now? There's too much happening to even question what a Fae is doing in the Hollowed Grounds. "We can speak. These two didn't make it, though," she says, nodding to the bodies over Remi's shoulders. ISLA pray for me pray to me