Sexual Healing

Isla take your medicine You know, it had been a weird morning, considering that the day had really only just begun. Isla hadn't expected to find a beast of a man at the door of the infirmary at the crack of dawn. Neither had she expected for him to show her exactly what he was packing within moments of their introduction. She'd not expected a bird to take a crap on her head, or for the beast man to turn into an actual beast and take out one of the exterior walls. One would have thought, then, that Isla wouldn't be able to get much more surprised. One would be wrong. She froze in her steps on the way to the bed, barely stopping her jaw from falling open (it seemed like too much of an invitation) and instead clearing her throat and busying herself in collecting her tools and equipment and drawing a chair up next to bed. Have... at it...? She didn't think she had enough hands. Eventually, she seemed to collect herself together, setting the surgical tools up beside her on a small table. "You explain it however you like," she murmured, "and rest assured, you will be sorry about the mess if you aren't already. I've not done this before." So saying, she reached out to examine him - and no, her hands were not warm. "You said to fix what was done to you... was it with magic? I can't see any surgical scars."