snow on the ground

Isla take your medicine Peace and ruin - that sounds about right, yes. "I think a mixture of the two," she confesses when asked whether Ronin had been brave or stupid. "And they listened to him in some respects. He is Safrin's chosen, you see - she squirrelled him away somewhere he could do no harm." The explanation is probably more rich than anyhing else she could tell him - she had been more like herself back then, but in the years that followed her mind had admittedly degraded. Isla, on the contrary, does not expect the clinic to be functional any longer, and as she braces herself and finally pushes the doors open, she's proven unfortunately right. A thick layer of dust lays upon the air, and the beds have been left either unmade or stale, the curtains stiff, the cabinets empty and ransacked. Letting out a low whistle, Isla shakes her head and steps in further, leaving dusty prints on the stone. "Mm, perhaps it's best to get to grips with the world here before going to see her again," she agrees, smiling gently over her shoulder to him. "Luckily, I don't think you'll find yourself short of things to do. And like I said, if you need I will go with you."