Isla
"I'm doing well too," Isla says, and there are no stormclouds brewing in her eyes to suggest the contrary these days, either. "I was going to say that you looked healthy, but I don't like to assume before I know," she adds as the other Ancient spreads her hands to show a lack of obvious injury. "And you are in luck - I don't have an appointment scheduled for another thirty minutes. I was just trying to get ahead of my paperwork, but it's tedious enough that I can welcome a distraction."
Smiling and beckoning her through to her office, Maea will find the back of the clinic as airy and clean as the front, Isla's office streaming with light from the windows, her shelves organised and alphabetised, her desk clean but the stack of files she'd been working on. "Tea?" she offers as she moves to sit in a soft chair off to the side of the desk, gesturing for Maea to take the one opposite. "What can I do for you?"
Smiling and beckoning her through to her office, Maea will find the back of the clinic as airy and clean as the front, Isla's office streaming with light from the windows, her shelves organised and alphabetised, her desk clean but the stack of files she'd been working on. "Tea?" she offers as she moves to sit in a soft chair off to the side of the desk, gesturing for Maea to take the one opposite. "What can I do for you?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
