may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

Isla take your medicine "Oh! I see. I wonder if you can see Nate's handiwork on this place." Isla gestures around at the clinic waiting room, prepared to give him a small tour until he mentions a third opinion. Tilting her head at him, Isla is already backing up towards the infirmary proper, ready to gesture him inside. "Of course," she says. "Follow me, we'll go to speak in my office. It isn't the same as one of the medical bays, but it's more private." Not that there are many people in the clinic any way; even so, Isla leads him through the rows of beds and curtained off areas until they come to a small door which opens into a small office space. There is a desk and a couple of chairs, and shelves lined with books and files. Gesturing for him to sit, Isla moves to perch against the table. "What can I help with?"