Isla
Isla has visited Torchline only a handful of times in the past few weeks, but it's enough to hear on the grapevine that someone attempted to set fire to the Wren Society. If she had blood it would run cold, and so it's no wonder that one of the nights following the fire, she stops by to check on the place. Her guildmaster and friend is nowhere to be found (but Nate is a fellow doctor and she's unsurprised that he is almost always busy), so the medic takes it upon herself to linger and ensure things are in order.
A few parts of the building are still smoke stained and in need of a good clean, but in comparison to Isla's infirmary, the place is looking pretty good. Less so the people in it, but then you didn't come to a medical clinic if you were feeling fine and dandy. She realises, also, that a few of those here aren't patients but refugees from the Halenani - regardless, she begins her rounds by checking everyone over, ensuring there are no cuts that need cleaning, no infections, no fevers.
She never feels good at having a full clinic (an empty one means everyone is healthy) but the company is admittedly nice for the night.
A few parts of the building are still smoke stained and in need of a good clean, but in comparison to Isla's infirmary, the place is looking pretty good. Less so the people in it, but then you didn't come to a medical clinic if you were feeling fine and dandy. She realises, also, that a few of those here aren't patients but refugees from the Halenani - regardless, she begins her rounds by checking everyone over, ensuring there are no cuts that need cleaning, no infections, no fevers.
She never feels good at having a full clinic (an empty one means everyone is healthy) but the company is admittedly nice for the night.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
