so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
"Oh I bet." Isla does chuckle her agreement at that; having also been leader of a region once upon a time, she doesn't wish that kind of responsibility on anyone. Granted, at least (as far as she's aware) none of the current leaders are in a position where they're fighting a lost cause for a race everyone seemed to hate, but po-tay-to, po-tah-to, you know?
Case in point as Hadama describes how he's been as of late, and Isla pauses at the top of the ridge they've climbed so she might crouch down a little, as if the lower vantage point will give her a better indication of the state of the fruits below. "Sorry to hear that," she says softly, and she means it.
As for her clinic and it's various purposes, she shakes her head sadly. "Not at present, no," she apologises. "I have heard that some people with very advanced healing magic can soothe the mind and soul. Alas, we as a region are even more short on therapists than we are on medics."
Case in point as Hadama describes how he's been as of late, and Isla pauses at the top of the ridge they've climbed so she might crouch down a little, as if the lower vantage point will give her a better indication of the state of the fruits below. "Sorry to hear that," she says softly, and she means it.
As for her clinic and it's various purposes, she shakes her head sadly. "Not at present, no," she apologises. "I have heard that some people with very advanced healing magic can soothe the mind and soul. Alas, we as a region are even more short on therapists than we are on medics."
