ISLA
"Just a second!" Isla is in the consultation room with a patient, as is evident by the way her voice echoes out from the back of the clinic. Only a few moments later, a man emerges with his arm in a sling and some healing water in a small jar to take home with him, and he gives a gruff nod to the little Ancient before heading out of the door behind her.
In truth the Remedy likes to close the clinic some afternoons unless there are emergencies (and there are thorough directions to the healing fountain on her door regardless, should its services be needed), but - assuming Charlie is a patient, of course - she is happy to keep the place open for as long as it takes. "Hello," she says brightly as she steps back out to reception, drying her hands on a soft, white towel.
"What can I do for you?"
In truth the Remedy likes to close the clinic some afternoons unless there are emergencies (and there are thorough directions to the healing fountain on her door regardless, should its services be needed), but - assuming Charlie is a patient, of course - she is happy to keep the place open for as long as it takes. "Hello," she says brightly as she steps back out to reception, drying her hands on a soft, white towel.
"What can I do for you?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
