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They're both staring, it seems, but where some might consider it an act of social awkwardness, Isla has always been comfortable with scrutiny (call it a surgeon thing) and it's with a bit of reluctance that she steps back from him, still smiling brightly. "Torchline? I just returned from there," she admits, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and sighing in remembrance of the tropical breeze, the clear, starry skies. Much different to the snow and ice of the Grounds. "I'm glad you are back, though. Both because I got to see you, and because you seem to be the only one taking care of this place!" She gestures to the Atheneum around them, before nodding in confirmation about the infirmary. "I just got done cleaning it up, in fact! I was here to see if there are any medical textbooks among the shelves. Or anything I might be able to copy from. All my knowledge is in my head, and if anything were to happen again..." Isla shrugs. It would all be lost. ISLA pray for me pray to me