may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

Isla take your medicine Unaware of what's happening in the room beyond, Isla slips out of the office and makes haste across the infirmary to collect everything together. It's a good thing it's Deepfrost, in fact, because she even manages to use a few of the icicles hanging from the windows, creating a makeshift ice pack that she wraps in a thin towel. It might do better on the back of Sunjata's neck than the pillow, currently. Along with this, she returns with an actual sedative, in case it really gets too much. But when she returns it's to the sight of the glass of water smashing against the stone floor, to the mess of the parchment in Sunjata's lap, to his panted apology. "It's alright," she assures him, clicking the door shut once more to move and check on him. "It was just a glass of water. I'll clean it up, okay?"