The Long, Dark Night

Isla this won't hurt a bit Isla turned at the sound of voices, eyes widening as her gaze fell upon Roana who was apparently trying to sit up. "I really wouldn't," she said to the former captain, stepping up beside her cot and checking her over briefly, before letting out a long sigh of relief. "You were hurt," she said slowly, "out by the Spire. Do you remember? My name is Isla, and I'm a medic at the infirmary. I had to perform surgery on you to save your life." At that moment her other patient had come around, miraculously, and a woman she didn't really recognise had stepped into the room. She was about to advise giving them some space, thinking her a visitor (especially with the children outside), but when the word 'midwife' fell from her lips Isla relaxed immediately and nodded at Ronin. "He was bitten by something venomous," she murmured. "Something indescribable, or nearly so, if the people who brought him here are to be believed. I got one of its fangs and I'm working on trying to figure out what to do next. But the wounds are deep and he has a fever. That's the biggest problem, currently."