Let Me See Your Bones

"Mm, that was my previous profession, in fact - a field medic. It is still strange to have a permanent place of work," Isla admits with a smile, nodding in response to Bastien's question. "It's still very new to me, but yes - I've been mapping our systems and the way our bodies function, so I can make a comparison with the anatomy that I already know. The majority of those in the Hollowed Grounds are Ascended these days, so I feel I should try and help us as much as possible." Which leads, funnily enough, into the topic of conversation that Bastien has breached. Isla nods and settles herself as he gives the affirmative that she might draw out his skeleton, the medic readying a fresh piece of parchment to begin while they talk. A blush silvers her cheeks, and she smiles at the paper now rather than at the man before her. "To be clear, you are asking me lead the Hollowed Grounds with you?" To be a queen, effectively? "I... well. I am not so much of a public persona, to be sure. I won't be any use for rousing speeches or cutting ribbons. But if you need help and I can provide it, then... I will do whatever I can." Isla the flesh is weak