A few moments after she was sat up, Isala's eyes burst open and she bolted into a standing position. Her eyes were wild behind the mask, darting from each of them to the other before finally settling down. The lightning that had been crackling between her fingers dissipated, leaving behind an acrid smell and a taste of metal in the air around her. Raising a hand to run through her hair, she let out a breath. "Forgive the outburst," she said, then leaned up against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes landed on the Commander, giving him a dark glare.

"I have questions for you, Arvaraad," she stated, giving him the old title of her masters. "However, I will keep them to myself for now." She turned her head around, craning to see past Maas. "I suppose the elven girl died. Shame, that." A muttered phrase in qunlat was spoken after that, and then her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "I suppose we'll be leaving shortly then, is that correct?" All speech seemed to be pointed directly at the Commander, and her eyes never strayed to the men they shared a room with. Was this a blatant show of her ignoring them, or was it an innocent thing? It was up to them to decide how they took it, for Isala truly didn't know.

Really, her thoughts were elsewhere. The images that had flooded through her mind were quite disturbing, even compared to the twisted visions of the Fade. It was quite disheartening. Her eyes closed and her head lowered, trying to catch those fleeting images. Armies of darkspawn trampling the land that became blasted and doomed with every footstep. A mighty dragon, distorted and marred by the Taint of the beasts that it now led, flying high in the sky, roaring. But a voice also had accompanied the roars and fire and destruction. A beautiful voice that could not come from these monsters, should not, but seemed to echo throughout her mind like a song, the words lost but the tug of longing still there.

Her eyes slowly opened, and once more she glared at the Commander. "Well, Arvaraad?" she queried once more, pushing off the wall as if eager to leave.