Like big balls of yarn [Seasonal Event]

Isla take your medicine "Monotonous? Hardly. Every day is exciting in this line of work." Isla smirked at him, before setting to her work once more. As he spoke about shifting she couldn't help but note the weary tone in his voice, tilting her head to him but not feeling like it was her place to probe him about it further. "Well of course it wouldn't be for the best," she tried, aiming to lighten the mood and tipping him a wink. "No way would a lion fit on this cot. You'd make it altogether more awkward for me." She had just about cut the fabric away enough to reveal the wound when he requested a sedative, Isla arching an eyebrow. "For sleep? Or just for calm?" she asked, rising to her feet. "I only usually give the former if we need to do surgery, but for you I can make an exception, if that's what you want."