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Isla take your medicine Isla nods, her enthusiasm bubbling over as she pushes open the heavy Temple doors. "Yes, I'm hoping to reopen it if I can. For Ascended as well as others." It only made sense, given that the majority of the residents of the Hollowed Grounds are Ascended, these days. As good as they were at monitoring themselves, one could never be too careful, right? Standing aside that Aamu might step into the Temple as well, Isla is surprised at how familiar it smells, even if her senses are somewhat dampened. "You are welcome to stay at the clinic until you figure out what you are going to do. Once it's open again, of course," she tells him, turning to gaze around. "This place was destroyed by a man I once knew quite well," she says slowly. "...But he helped to rebuild it. He did quite a good job." Her feet are already leading her towards where the clinic used to be, and she glances over her shoulder as Aamu explains. A frown furrows Isla's brow which gives away how interested she is. "I remember it," she says of sleep. "That sounds fascinating. I hope that you don't switch off again for a while."