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Isla take your medicine "Thank you - I am never one to turn down help, especially when I don't know what kind of state we're going to find things in." Isla smiles over her shoulder to him. In truth she doesn't know, either, what could be done for Ascended when it comes to medicine; they are already very adept at monitoring themselves. But until she tries, she doesn't know, and even without that addition to the clinic, there are still non-Ascended in the Hollowed Grounds (at least for the time being). They walk, weaving though the Temple, through corridors and doorways that are both familiar and different to Isla. "It was at Fiat Lux, almost two years ago now. His daughter was killed, and he believed his husband was lost also. He blamed the gods, and took it out on them here." It doesn't occur to her to mention that 'he' is a demigod - it isn't really something she thinks about in the large scale of things. They arrive before the large double doors to what used to be her medical clinic, Isla pursing her lips as she gathers the courage to open them. "Perhaps I could take a look at you once this place is up and running?" Her suggestion is half joking, but she'll of course do what she can if he needs it. "Either that, or I'm sure the Voice will know. A visit to a shrine would likely answer your questions."