Isla
Neither of them had been lucky enough to spend time in the infirmary throughout LongNight, and the place had been full of smoke and ash and filthy upon Isla's return. So unfortunately there have been no improvements to speak of lately, but it's looking more how it should when Sam knocks at the door and opens it. The reception area is clean, tidy and smells like flowers - likely from the blooming bouquet on the desk - and at the sound of her name, Isla appears in the doorway leading into the treatment area.
"Sam! Hello!" Isla is in her white doctor's coat, of course, her golden hair lifted up into a messy bun, and though she might look the part, it doesn't stop her from rushing across to wrap her arms around her friend. "How are you? Have you... gotten taller?" It's likely because he isn't slouching any more, but as Isla standa back to grin at him, she can't help but notice the change.
"Sam! Hello!" Isla is in her white doctor's coat, of course, her golden hair lifted up into a messy bun, and though she might look the part, it doesn't stop her from rushing across to wrap her arms around her friend. "How are you? Have you... gotten taller?" It's likely because he isn't slouching any more, but as Isla standa back to grin at him, she can't help but notice the change.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
