It's nighttime and they've found, ah, some sort of encampment. While others were milling about or trying to sleep, Isette pulled Sonje down low, away from prying eyes.

A small ball of light, Isette's signature magic, lit up their immediate area enough to see, but not so bright as to draw a lot of unwanted attention. Exactly as Isette wanted it.

"All right," Isette starts, "from what little I've learned, we're pretty much stuck on these abandoned islands, right? And there's no real civilization. Just." Gestures around. "You know what that means, right?"