it happened quiet

Isla take your medicine Maea might be surprised to learn that this house of healing is not only welcoming of Ascended, but it might be some use to them as well. Rather, the medic who calls the infirmary home might be of use, although at present she's curled up in an armchair in her office with a cup of tea. Isla doesn't have a need to drink nor sleep, but in these quieter moments she does enjoy a period of reflection, of allowing her mind to spring clean itself. Blinking back into awareness much like a computer coming out of hibernation, she glances towards the entrance of the ward, recognising the voice that carries through. Opening the door to her office and stepping out into the (blessedly empty, for once) area, she smiles at the sight of Maea. "I am almost always here. Hello, Maea," she greets. "Is everything alright?"