"You don't have to send - fuck - you don't want that - Metis could - no she's gone - doesn't have a - aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh - focus - to do it," pants Isabella. "If I could sit up -" It's not clear if she knows that Petaal has already left or not.

She seizes up, full of tension, again. "Path, Path," she moans.

The respite is apparently over for the time being.