Once Foreign, Now Known

Islana closed her eyes for a brief moment and listened to the chants. They were uplifting and quite beautiful, now that she understood the words.

She opened her eyes while the man approached her. The Ascendant, who had been a stranger not that long ago, felt like a trusted companion now. He had been through two incarnations already and had just saved her life. Still, the sudden knowledge of things and people was something Islana would have to get used to.

Accepting Tamazzalt's hand, the woman rose to standing. Her gaze wandered to his shoulder, before speaking.

"You saved me. Thank you. And apparently got injured in the process. We should get you some help." Concern mingled into her voice.

Her eyes glanced down at the man on the floor. She knew him as well. Oshar. Once also trusted.

"Is he dead?" The redhead asked.

Islana's mind was better but maybe not quite all there. It was like coming out of a haze. Still, the danger she would now be in and perhaps for the rest of her life was very much acknowledged.