trinkets and baubles [SE]

ISLA physician, heal thyself "Hello, everyone." Isla is late - the clinic does that to her, even when there are no patients. But she is unable to resist the prospect of a little frivolity in a place like a Hollowed Grounds, where it feels as though it is sorely lacking. So as she enters into the Artist's Sanctuary and sees some familiar faces, it already warms her a bit. She takes a seat near the top of the table - probably a throwback from her duchess days, but it does put her into the direct proximity of his highness, and she directs a bright smile to Bastien. "We used to make decorations out of paper, when I was young," she says, selecting a few bright pieces of card to start folding them in soft and practiced motions. "Let's see if I can get this symmetrical. What will you be making?"