snow on the ground

Isla take your medicine "I don't know if they do now, but they used to when I first lived in the Hollowed Grounds," Isla says with a gentle smile. "I hope they still do. My medical clinic used to be there, and I would stay there more often than not." Those feel like old days now, when she would treat people within the Temple; when the Rathskeller made its home beneath the flagstones. And before them the old building looms, all of a sudden - not that Isla recognises it very much. It has been destroyed and rebuilt since she laid eyes on it last. Gazing back to Aamu, the medic pauses before the heavy doors, offering him a smile which says she wants to understand what it means, to be switched off, but she can't quite imagine it. "What was it like?" she asks softly. "And how did you... how did the Voice turn you back on?"