Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"I imagine you probably feel like that cart ran you over." Isla's voice is soft and gentle as she notices him stir, and she's already approaching the bed in case he tries to sit up (or get up, or walk off - it's not unheard of). Only when he settles does she withdraw again, fetching a glass of water as well as the tonic she's prepared. "Welcome back to the land of the living, by the way," she continues, offering him some of the water and fully prepared to help sit him up if he needs.
"You're in my clinic in Haulani," Isla explains - he might not need it, but just in case. "Danta brought you in after you were hurt out in the Oerwoud. He's gone down to one of the bars along the port - he told me to tell you he'd see you tomorrow. The sun set about two hours ago now."
"You're in my clinic in Haulani," Isla explains - he might not need it, but just in case. "Danta brought you in after you were hurt out in the Oerwoud. He's gone down to one of the bars along the port - he told me to tell you he'd see you tomorrow. The sun set about two hours ago now."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
