Sexual Healing

Isla take your medicine No stranger to blood, gore or other bodily fluids, the appearance of the little bird (and its decision to crap on her head) was not as horrific as one might have thought, especially to look at Isla. Certainly it was annoying and unnecessary and the situation was already very strange, but she could deal. Then a bear appeared. And smashed up her wall. And flattened the avian dead. Indeed, Devrum would be so successful in ridding them of the creature and its piercing cries that there would be little left of the bird but streaks of blood and tufts of feather. Isla blinked, the medic's expression deadpan. "Yes," she said eventually. "Yes you will certainly see those repairs done yourself. If you'll excuse me, I need to wash up. Please be on the bed when I return, Mr... Bear." So saying, Isla left the ruined room (now open to the elements on one side, but that was the price they were going to pay) and returned a few minutes later, her hair damp around her shoulders from washing it out.