Winter's Bite

"Quite," Isla agreed with a wry smile. "At least you know this cozy little clinic won't stay quiet for long." No doubt it would soon be rife with the wails of newborns. Not something Isla had ever professed to want (and now it wasn't something she could do even if she did want to), but each to their own. Her eyes widened a fraction at learning that Phoebe would be spending LongNight there alone, the medic glancing around. "Are you sure? We don't know what is meant to happen in this week or more of darkness... I'll be staying at the infirmary, with patients who aren't able to go home. You're welcome to join me and stay there if you like." Smiling, she waved Phoebe off at her modesty; indeed, Isla quite liked the homey touches in the clinic. It would no doubt put any expecting mother at ease. The infirmary was cold and clinical by necessity, but given the choice she might have wanted to add a few flourishes like this. "I will keep my ears open for any carpenters that might have occasion to visit the infirmary," she told the other woman with a grin, glancing around with obvious interest as she was shown the clinic, its rooms and its reception. It didn't surprise her to learn that Phoebe lived upstairs, but as Remi's name left her lips she brightened considerably. "Did he? That's wonderful, and rather unsurprising. I know him well enough to know he always wants to lend a hand." Isla the flesh is weak