The Long, Dark Night

Isla this won't hurt a bit Isla smirked back at Roana, shrugging her shoulders and glancing, for a moment, across at Phoebe and Ronin as if to check how her other patient was doing. Well, by the look of it, and undoubtedly due to the midwife's skilled hands. "She might not tackle you, but don't count me out," she murmured to the former captain, though she seemed to relax at Roana's instructions to her boys. That, at least, suggested that she wasn't going anywhere for the evening. "Well," she said, "you seem alert and coherent, and apart from the pain I'm confident that there's nothing further to worry about right now. I'll be staying here tonight, too, so I can check on both Ronin and yourself. Is there anything else you need from me before I leave you to rest?"