The Long, Dark Night

Isla this won't hurt a bit The helping hand was very much appreciated, especially given how understaffed the infirmary seemed to be at present. Isla smiled gratefully to Phoebe and nodded as she moved away to help take care of Ronin - given that Roana was the one who'd had the immediate operation, she was more concerned with checking on her. Not that she wasn't concerned about the other former captain, but as Phoebe had rightly identified, there was little to be done for the poison right now. The tooth she would have to give more thought to, as well. But it could wait. "They can come in, if you like," she said to Roana of her sons. "As long as they don't go jumping all over you. That would be... less than ideal. Smiling over her shoulder at the midwife, she nodded at Roana's assessment. "So I can see. She's a stroke of luck right now, for sure."