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"She likes it more than anything else, I believe," Isla says airily, no less serious about it for her humour. "But I think she is taking advantage of a certain room I have heard that is available for the Ascended. I daresay she will find it, if she hasn't done already, and will be taking full advantage of it." Shrugging her shoulders, for Isla it's a mere inevitability. Was Aamu a demigod, though? Her eyebrows knot together, the medic continuing to follow after Sam, and slowly she shakes her head. "I don't think so? He doesn't seem to be built differently to any other Ascended. And he seems confused to be here. As if he has been asleep for all this time." What did that make him, though? Her interest is very much piqued by him, and it shows. Sam's offer drags her right back to the present, though, and she offers him a bright, fanged grin. "That would be lovely, if you don't mind," she says. "I could always use a hand, and I will teach you a few things, if you'd like to learn." As for the books, that just made it better. "Then it's a plan. LongNight should pass quite quickly, with any luck." ISLA pray for me pray to me