Isla
"There are some clean, spare clothes in the stock room," Isla murmurs as they walk further into the infirmary, as if just noticing the state of Aamu and the ash stains that cover him (and her as well, now). "There's a shower as well, if you'd like to clean up." She won't mind, and he can take as long as he likes. Whether it's helping to put the infirmary back to rights or using it to help himself, Isla still considers it worthwhile work.
In the meantime, she reaches out for the bucket of warm water she's been about to use to mop the floors, pausing while she waits for the other Ascended to make his decision. "I don't know," she confesses. "It was a decision made before either of us returned, I suppose. But I..." Isla shakes her head. "I have always found the Voice to be quite meticulous. Logical. This is quite... chaotic, for her standards." At least from the medic's experience.
In the meantime, she reaches out for the bucket of warm water she's been about to use to mop the floors, pausing while she waits for the other Ascended to make his decision. "I don't know," she confesses. "It was a decision made before either of us returned, I suppose. But I..." Isla shakes her head. "I have always found the Voice to be quite meticulous. Logical. This is quite... chaotic, for her standards." At least from the medic's experience.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
