Isla
Isla echoes Maeve's smile, nodding gently to her. "That's the spirit," she murmurs - the medic had thought much the same thing when it came to the infirmary, and she had finished putting the pieces back together by now. With luck, both the Halenani and the two clinics would end up stronger for all that had happened. Still, Isla's smile fades at the mention of losing anyone, and she bows her head. "Two patients," she admits. "The smoke inhalation got to them before I was able to get them out."
The dates do seem to line up - something which unsettles Isla even further - and she chews at the inside of her cheek. "What makes you say that?" she asks about the Slagveld, not knowing the details, of course. And luckily for the both of them, the heavier subjects of their conversation are interspersed with knowledge that Isla is happy to impart.
"Ah, well - let's see what we can teach you." She reaches beneath the reception desk for a few pieces of parchment, so she might write notes to give to Maeve when they are all finished. "You know how to sterilise and bandage a wound, then. How about sutures, or setting a break?"
The dates do seem to line up - something which unsettles Isla even further - and she chews at the inside of her cheek. "What makes you say that?" she asks about the Slagveld, not knowing the details, of course. And luckily for the both of them, the heavier subjects of their conversation are interspersed with knowledge that Isla is happy to impart.
"Ah, well - let's see what we can teach you." She reaches beneath the reception desk for a few pieces of parchment, so she might write notes to give to Maeve when they are all finished. "You know how to sterilise and bandage a wound, then. How about sutures, or setting a break?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
