Even with sight far duller than what he had enjoyed prior to the island, Ishiah knew that the path of the knife was slightly off, the angle purposely thrown to avoid doing injury to the peri, and so he stood stock still as the blade sank itself into the wood beside him. Still, his nerves weren't nearly so calm, the action sending his temper all aflame as it took every last inch of self-restraint to try and douse the anger that so quickly burned red-hot within himself. He had to remind himself that he had lost family before, and it had also made him behave differently.

That all things considered, she could have done far worse.

So he carefully gripped the blade, examining the angle before pulling it out just so to best prevent further harm done to the weapon. While it was easy enough to construct something crude from all of the materials available on the island, that didn't mean that the well-crafted blades could be neglected.

Regardless, she had sent the message well enough. To do away with niceties.

"This isn't the first time you've lost someone," he observed, eyes narrowing as he held the knife out to her.