all of the strangers are gone

It does look liveable, Isla smiling as she casts her gaze across the loft and steps up into it properly. Perhaps a little basic and lacking in the personality and taste she knows Sunjata is capable of giving it - but all in good time. "A desk, a bed, a trunk for clothes - what more could you ask for?" She nods to him, moving to settle the extra blankets at the end of the bed. "The clinic is starting to feel real," she admits, a little bashful as she considers the tucked away space on the ground floor. There's only one bed and it's a much smaller area than the vast ward she'd manned at the Grounds, but gods - Isla really likes it. "I have a basic stock of medicine and I've written a list of ingredients to get once Longnight is over, but it's functional. I wouldn't feel embarrassed to give someone a checkup at this point." Glancing over Sunjata with a suddenly medical eye, now that she's talking about it - she raises a curious brow at his horns, but opts not to say anything about it. Instead, she reaches for the books atop the pile of blankets and holds one out for him to see. "I, uh... well. I didn't know if you'd want me to stay, the way I have been at the Refuge. But if you did, I found a couple of novels I could read out loud." They're trash, of course - swooning romances and mysteries, but you can only recite so many medical texts. ISLA