Isiea doesn't respond.

" We're- " she pauses. " I'm trying to find my little brother. "

All of them figure that Isiea's out cold. No pun intended.

"Why here, though?"

Isiea is still awake. She's just quietly having a mental breakdown.

I...feel that

" Because he isn't in the...other places. " she couldn't really remember the names. " And if we go back now King thunderstorm is most likely going to never let us leave. "

"Other places? Where have you looked?"

This is why nobody likes to talk to Isiea about The Incident. She buries her face in a pillow (or in this case snow), sometimes pulls out her hair, and tends to overdose herself. It's a bad idea and always hurts Isiea.

Welp...poor Isiea.

She has a knife and cyanide with her right now. Lise should know better.