put me back together

The clinic is sleepy at this time - most of the Grounds are Ascended and have no need of it, and those who are present are fast asleep by the time Aamu arrives. Isla, though? She doesn't sleep and she doesn't stop, and contrary to what some might think, she is thoroughly enjoying her time there. Her office has been rearranged and she's been reading, mostly, and researching her own small projects. So when a voice calls her name, she's quick to respond; emerging from her office at the back of the clinic with a book in hand, she offers Aamu a friendly smile. "Good evening," she greets him, marking her page with a slip of paper and shutting it properly, setting it down on a storage compartment near the edge of one of the empty beds. "How are you doing?" Isla the flesh is weak