Doctor, Doctor

Isla this won't hurt a bit As one of the best doctors back in Northwind, and from a long line of them, in fact, Isla would be the judge of that. Luckily, so far in their interactions, Kalt had been nothing but helpful and efficient, and she had no complaints. He moved the gauze and her gaze was all for the injury, Isla glad for the silence between them punctuated only by the occasional grumbles from their patient. He held the wound just so and Isla proceeded to stitch, wasting not a moment and suturing the laceration closed with steady hands and a sharp eye. Of course, the man in the bed did not appreciate it at all, and it was only when she glanced up from her work that she realised he had fallen unconscious a few stitches ago. "Well, at least he isn't going to bleed to death," she murmured, straightening up and moving to clean herself and the equipment. "Thank you, for your help." She smiled across at him.