Isla
"Very smart," Isla tells them, even if some might not believe it to be true. "You might have made it worse by trying to clean up with your arm in this state." Or they might have dinged their tools by trying to tidy them away one handed. Either way, she's happy they came straight to the infirmary. "This way, you can go back and clear everything away once you're good as new." Winking to them, she falls quiet to flash the light into Azrael's eyes.
It's incredible, actually, to watch it all happen; the sensors that ping, the areas where they are hurt, the ways their body plans to heal them, the abilities that fizz within. "It should be straight forward," she concludes, smiling to them and turning off the light to step back. "I'll go right ahead and set it, since your sensors are the only thing that will register."
And without further ado, Isla does just that - she gently takes their arm, setting the break and splinting it as well, so it sits straight and where it ought to for Azrael to heal it properly.
It's incredible, actually, to watch it all happen; the sensors that ping, the areas where they are hurt, the ways their body plans to heal them, the abilities that fizz within. "It should be straight forward," she concludes, smiling to them and turning off the light to step back. "I'll go right ahead and set it, since your sensors are the only thing that will register."
And without further ado, Isla does just that - she gently takes their arm, setting the break and splinting it as well, so it sits straight and where it ought to for Azrael to heal it properly.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
