Isla
Isla gets the implication very easily - Wessex has never come for a chat before now, which gives the idea of importance and urgency all by itself. "I can make time," she assures her, nodding and waving her through to follow the medic into the infirmary proper. "I'm always busy to some extent, so it's best to try and rearrange time to suit," she explains, smiling over her shoulder and leading the Wraith to a closed door to one side of the ward.
Unlocking it and opening it up, she gestures for Wessex to step into her office. It's a bare space, currently, with only a desk and a bookshelf and a couple of chairs; the comfortable nook she'd created for herself had become nothing more than ash, and it would take time to build those memories again.
She sets the folder she's found on the desk and clicks the door shut behind them. "What's on your mind?"
Unlocking it and opening it up, she gestures for Wessex to step into her office. It's a bare space, currently, with only a desk and a bookshelf and a couple of chairs; the comfortable nook she'd created for herself had become nothing more than ash, and it would take time to build those memories again.
She sets the folder she's found on the desk and clicks the door shut behind them. "What's on your mind?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
