A Heart so Cold

Isla this won't hurt a bit "Might I suggest a greeting instead, if it's a habit you're looking to break?" Isla's tone was lighthearted, and she seemed much more collected after the initial surprise. A fellow Northavener was much better than a monster lurking around in the infirmary after dark (granted, if she knew how close Archebold might be to that description she might think differently). She stepped further into the infirmary as he walked in, blue eyes following him as he gave himself a tour. Not that there was much to see, especially in the reception area - just a desk that no one currently worked at, a few benches for people to sit upon and... well, that was about it. Boring, really. "Anything you can offer... me?" She tilted her head, before his meaning became clear. His reputation back in Northaven was of little import to Isla; perhaps if she'd had a chance to accustom to the place for more than five minutes, she'd feel differently. But if Archebold was keen to turn over a new leaf, and he had an interest and knowledge of medicine, who was she to deny it? A wry smile flickered across her face, however, at the suggestion of using him as a makeshift leech. "I am not sure how happy the sick would be for you to draw blood from them," she said. "Or how much you would get out of it." She was treating it as a dark sort of joke, which seemed safer than the alternative. "Well... there are a few with healing magic. And there's myself, and a midwife... but any assistance would be more than appreciated. Thank you, truly. Would you like to see the rest of the place?"