may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

Isla take your medicine "Do you?" Isla sighs, giving his hand another gentle squeeze and keeping hold of it, letting him gaze at any part of the room without looking at her for a second. Food is a distraction and a change in subject, and it is neither in Isla's nature nor her job role to force him to speak about anything. "It will be another few minutes, I think. Not long. Shall I give you some time to settle and go out to wait for it?" Her fingers are slipping out of his at last, the doctor rising to her feet and glancing about, as if to check the room for anything that might be potentially troubling or dangerous for Sunjata. "Unless you would prefer me to stay? We don't need to speak if you'd prefer - I'm quite comfortable in silence." A wry smile; an attempt to somewhat lighten the mood.